Why is it that every time I try to be “adult” and cook a healthy meal, I accidentally end up with a kitchen that looks like a food crime scene? Like, I just wanted to sauté some veggies, not declare war on my frying pan. And don’t even get me started on the salad – somehow I always end up with a dish that looks like it’s judging me for my life choices. Seriously, who needs a gym membership when my...
I’ve reached a point where I truly believe the “wisdom of the ages” just means we all collectively decided to ignore the fact that 75% of adulting is just Googling everything. Like, who wrote the rules that say I must know how to do taxes, cook gourmet meals, and decipher my own emotional breakdowns without a manual? Honestly, I need a handbook titled “Adulting for Dummies” that covers everything ...
I have a confession: I’ve been 'reading' the same book for two months now, and I’ve only made it to chapter three. Every time I sit down to dive in, I end up scrolling through my phone instead. I mean, at this point the book should just be renamed “The Forgotten Tome of My Good Intentions.” I even joined a book club to keep myself accountable, and I think the group chats have become more about sharing memes than actual reading. Can I still call myself a bookworm if all I do is browse the cover? Asking for a friend.
I have a confession: I’ve been 'reading' the same book for two months now, and I’ve only made it to chapter three. Every time I sit down to dive in, I end up scrolling through my phone instead. I mean, at this point the book should just be renamed “The Forgotten Tome of My Good Intentions.” I even joined a book club to keep myself accountable, and I think the group chats have become more about sharing memes than actual reading. Can I still call myself a bookworm if all I do is browse the cover? Asking for a friend.
I finally asked my boss for a raise after three years of working my butt off, and she just looked at me like I’d suggested we start a karaoke club at the office. She said, “You know, we’re a family here!” Oh great, so I’m underpaid AND stuck in a toxic family reunion? Who knew negotiating for my worth would feel like trying to convince my relatives that I’m not an engineer just because I can fix W...