Why is it that every time I finally decide to organize my closet, I find clothes from 2010 that are still in style according to *some* trends, but I can't even fit into them anymore? I swear, my wardrobe is like a time capsule of poor life choices and questionable fashion decisions. And don’t even get me started on how I tried on a ‘trendy’ crop top only to realize it’s more of a “let’s keep this ...
You ever notice how people will spend hours debating the best pizza topping but can’t spare five minutes to actually check on their friends? Like, I get it, pineapple on pizza is controversial, but how about we discuss the fact that we’re all just trying to pretend we’re okay while scrolling through social media? Suddenly everyone’s a gourmet chef or a fitness influencer, while I’m just here wonde...
So I finally decided to call my crush after weeks of overthinking every possible scenario and like an idiot, I slipped into my “serious conversation” voice right off the bat. And there I was, sounding like I was about to propose a business deal instead of asking them out for coffee. The worst part? They thought I was breaking up with them before we even started dating. I spent the next hour trying to convince them I wasn’t about to ghost them because I was just practicing my 'professional adult' voice. Spoiler alert: I’m still single and now I need a new voice.
So I finally decided to call my crush after weeks of overthinking every possible scenario and like an idiot, I slipped into my “serious conversation” voice right off the bat. And there I was, sounding like I was about to propose a business deal instead of asking them out for coffee. The worst part? They thought I was breaking up with them before we even started dating. I spent the next hour trying to convince them I wasn’t about to ghost them because I was just practicing my 'professional adult' voice. Spoiler alert: I’m still single and now I need a new voice.
I finally understand why they say, "Money can’t buy happiness." Just spent half my paycheck on the latest tech gadget, and what do I have to show for it? A glorified paperweight that refuses to connect to Wi-Fi. Meanwhile, my neighbor’s dog is living his best life with a dumbbell and a chewed-up tennis ball. Honestly, if I have to pay for happiness, I might as well invest in a pet therapist for my...