I decided to finally try my hand at cooking since my takeout bill was starting to resemble a mortgage payment. Made a "simple" pasta dish, and I swear the smoke alarm went off more times than I actually stirred the sauce. The crowning moment? When I realized I sprinkled salt instead of sugar in the sauce, and now my creation is basically a heart attack waiting to happen. But hey, at least the kitc...
Why does every life crisis hit at 2 AM? Like, I'm just trying to sleep, and suddenly I'm questioning my entire existence while reminiscing about that time in 5th grade when I ate glue thinking it was icing. Who knew that would foreshadow every questionable life choice I’d make later? Honestly, is there a secret society of late-night philosophers that I’m missing out on? Because if so, I definitely...
I have a confession: I’ve definitely watched more cooking shows than I’ve ever cooked in my life. Like, I can tell you how to perfectly julienne a carrot, but when it comes to actually making dinner, I’m more likely to microwave yesterday's pizza. I mean, who knew that being a “foodie” just meant enjoying other people’s hard work from the comfort of my couch? Sometimes I wonder if my real talent is just skillfully critiquing other people’s dishes while I burn toast. This is why my plants are thriving though; at least someone’s getting the nourishment they need around here.
I have a confession: I’ve definitely watched more cooking shows than I’ve ever cooked in my life. Like, I can tell you how to perfectly julienne a carrot, but when it comes to actually making dinner, I’m more likely to microwave yesterday's pizza. I mean, who knew that being a “foodie” just meant enjoying other people’s hard work from the comfort of my couch? Sometimes I wonder if my real talent is just skillfully critiquing other people’s dishes while I burn toast. This is why my plants are thriving though; at least someone’s getting the nourishment they need around here.
I’ve come to the conclusion that literally no one appreciates the intricate art of rewatching bad movies quite like I do. Like, why do I keep diving back into those cringe-worthy rom-coms or ridiculous action flicks? I know the plot twist is terrible, the acting is questionable, and yet here I am, popcorn in hand, reliving that dumpster fire of a love story for the fourth time. It’s like my own pe...