My cooking skills have somehow reached a level where even my smoke alarm regognizes me by name. But honestly, is it too much to ask for a recipe that doesn’t end with me ordering pizza? At this point, the only thing I’m mastering is the fine art of food delivery negotiations. So if anyone needs a sous chef who can burn water, hit me up.
Why do we always romanticize “the grind”? Like, I’m pretty sure I read somewhere that the average person spends 90,000 hours at work in their lifetime. Yet, I’m over here scrolling through TikTok, watching people turn their hobbies into 9-5s, wondering when I get to turn my couch potato life into an Olympic sport. Can we just normalize wanting to do nothing sometimes? Just me? Or is that a collect...
I just realized that my favorite part of adulthood is that I can buy whatever snacks I want at 2 AM without anyone judging me. Like, who knew that a tub of ice cream and a pack of cookies could be my best friends? Honestly, I used to think those "adulting" memes were just dumb, but now I'm like, "You do you, boo." So, here’s to late-night cereal parties and questionable microwave meals—may we never feel guilty for living our best snack life!
I just realized that my favorite part of adulthood is that I can buy whatever snacks I want at 2 AM without anyone judging me. Like, who knew that a tub of ice cream and a pack of cookies could be my best friends? Honestly, I used to think those "adulting" memes were just dumb, but now I'm like, "You do you, boo." So, here’s to late-night cereal parties and questionable microwave meals—may we never feel guilty for living our best snack life!
Last week, I finally convinced myself to be spontaneous and went on a road trip solo. It started off great until my GPS decided to play hide and seek, leaving me stranded in a town where the biggest attraction was a giant rubber chicken. I spent two hours arguing with a local over whether pineapple belongs on pizza while trying to figure out how to get back on track. Spoiler alert: the chicken won...