I binge-watch reality TV shows not for the drama, but to feel superior about my own life choices. Like, I may have eaten an entire pizza alone last night because I was too lazy to cook, but at least I’m not wearing a wedding dress to confront my ex in front of a live studio audience. Honestly, why do these people think that airing their dirty laundry is a good idea? But hey, if you need a laugh, I...
You ever notice how everyone gives the same basic advice during a breakup? "Just focus on yourself!" Yeah, great, but what if your self is just a sad sack binge-watching reality TV and eating ice cream directly from the tub? Honestly, I think we need a support group for people who don't want to hear clichés and just want someone to say, "It's totally okay to cry over old text messages while scroll...
I have a confession: I started a new book series, thinking it would be my escape, but I'm already 100 pages in and I have no idea what's happening. Like, am I reading a fantasy novel or a laundry list of character names I’ll never remember? And don’t even get me started on the overzealous world-building—seriously, if I wanted a map and a family tree, I’d just rewatch "Game of Thrones" for the millionth time. But here I am, pretending to be an intellectual while my brain is just screaming for a good ol’ romance novel. At this rate, I’ll need a support group for readers who clearly bit off more than they can chew.
I have a confession: I started a new book series, thinking it would be my escape, but I'm already 100 pages in and I have no idea what's happening. Like, am I reading a fantasy novel or a laundry list of character names I’ll never remember? And don’t even get me started on the overzealous world-building—seriously, if I wanted a map and a family tree, I’d just rewatch "Game of Thrones" for the millionth time. But here I am, pretending to be an intellectual while my brain is just screaming for a good ol’ romance novel. At this rate, I’ll need a support group for readers who clearly bit off more than they can chew.
I have a confession: I once faked being sick just to avoid a family wedding. I mean, the thought of endless small talk with relatives who only know my name because it’s on the invitation was enough to send me spiraling. I told them I was bedridden with "a rare case of the Mondays" – and you know what? I felt like a genius until my cousin posted selfies from the dance floor the next day. Now I’ve g...