Why do we always feel like we need to have our lives together by a certain age? Like, who decided 30 is the new 20 but then acts like you're ancient if you don’t have a house, a dog, and a lucrative side hustle by then? It's like, I can barely keep my houseplants alive, and I’m supposed to have a human being to care for? Honestly, can we just normalize being a hot mess in our 30s? Asking for a fri...
So I decided to take up cooking during lockdown because apparently, my takeout addiction was a “problem.” Fast forward to me trying to make an omelette, and I somehow ended up creating a scrambled egg disaster that looked like it came straight out of a horror movie. My smoke alarm was so triggered I swear it was giving me a standing ovation. I thought Gordon Ramsay was going to slide into my DMs w...
So I finally decided to try my hand at cooking, right? I thought I'd impress my friends with a homemade dinner. Long story short, I ended up almost burning down my kitchen and creating a dish that looked like it belonged on a failed cooking show. I mean, how do you mess up instant noodles? I swear, my smoke alarm has developed a personal vendetta against me. Now, I just stick to takeout and pretend I’m on a culinary adventure. Anyone else feel like a total disaster in the kitchen?
So I finally decided to try my hand at cooking, right? I thought I'd impress my friends with a homemade dinner. Long story short, I ended up almost burning down my kitchen and creating a dish that looked like it belonged on a failed cooking show. I mean, how do you mess up instant noodles? I swear, my smoke alarm has developed a personal vendetta against me. Now, I just stick to takeout and pretend I’m on a culinary adventure. Anyone else feel like a total disaster in the kitchen?
I think we need to have a serious chat about how we treat our hobbies like they’re the most boring part of adulthood. I mean, who decided adulting means you can’t spend an entire Saturday binge-watching cartoons or playing video games until your thumbs go numb? It’s like, sure, let’s all pretend we love 9-5s and mortgages, but I’m pretty sure my happiest moments involve a comfy couch and a bag of ...