I finally realized that my dog is the only one who truly gets me. He sits through my existential crises like a champ and still thinks I'm the coolest person on the planet. Meanwhile, my friends are like “You’re overthinking again, huh?” Can we just take a moment to appreciate how dogs provide unconditional love while also being better listeners than most humans? Like, I can rant for hours and he j...
I’ve binge-watched so many series that I can’t tell if my social life is non-existent or if I’ve just been doing extensive character studies. Like, I genuinely have started analyzing how my favorite anti-heroes would handle awkward family gatherings, and spoiler alert: they’d probably turn into even bigger disasters than I do. Honestly, is there a support group for this? Because if Netflix ever sh...
I finally decided to try cooking after years of living off takeout and instant noodles, and let’s just say my smoke alarm now has a more active social life than I do. I attempted to make a “simple” pasta dish, but I somehow managed to turn a pot of water into a boiling lava mess. Who knew boiling water could take my dignity with it? At this point, my plants might be thriving on my cooking disasters — talk about nutrient-rich soil! Cooking is supposed to be therapeutic, but here I am wondering if ordering in counts as self-care.
I finally decided to try cooking after years of living off takeout and instant noodles, and let’s just say my smoke alarm now has a more active social life than I do. I attempted to make a “simple” pasta dish, but I somehow managed to turn a pot of water into a boiling lava mess. Who knew boiling water could take my dignity with it? At this point, my plants might be thriving on my cooking disasters — talk about nutrient-rich soil! Cooking is supposed to be therapeutic, but here I am wondering if ordering in counts as self-care.
I’m starting to think my childhood dream of being a writer was just a cover for the fact that I really just wanted to avoid adult responsibilities. Like, if I could just spend my days crafting stories and pretending to know what I’m doing, who needs a 9 to 5? Instead, here I am, scrolling through job listings like I’m picking out a new pair of shoes. Spoiler alert: I have terrible taste in both. H...