Why is it that every time I start a new hobby, I somehow end up investing a small fortune into it? Like, I thought learning to play the guitar would be chill, but here I am with a collection of picks I’ll never use, a tuner that looks smarter than me, and enough instructional books to start a small library. Meanwhile, I can barely strum a C chord without sounding like a cat in a blender. It’s the ...
Why do people act like going to a wedding is the same as going on a vacation? Like, yes, I love watching your cousin’s third wedding this year, but the only thing I’m getting out of it is a hangover and a lifelong hatred for all those 'chole bhature' they served at 11 PM. And don’t get me started on the photo sessions! If I wanted to stand around awkwardly for hours pretending to look happy while ...
You ever notice how the moment you decide to be a responsible adult, like doing chores or paying bills, the universe throws you a plot twist? I started a “cleaning schedule” last week, and now my vacuum is acting like it’s auditioning for a horror movie—loud, dramatic, and totally refusing to suck up anything! It’s like I’m living in a sitcom where the punchline is my complete lack of control over my appliances. Meanwhile, I’ve got friends out here starting businesses and getting married, and I’m just trying to figure out how to get my dust bunnies to stop plotting against me. How did we get here?
You ever notice how the moment you decide to be a responsible adult, like doing chores or paying bills, the universe throws you a plot twist? I started a “cleaning schedule” last week, and now my vacuum is acting like it’s auditioning for a horror movie—loud, dramatic, and totally refusing to suck up anything! It’s like I’m living in a sitcom where the punchline is my complete lack of control over my appliances. Meanwhile, I’ve got friends out here starting businesses and getting married, and I’m just trying to figure out how to get my dust bunnies to stop plotting against me. How did we get here?
I’ve come to a shocking realization: my favorite part of cooking is the part where I order takeout. Like, why am I pretending to be a master chef when I can just let someone else do the hard work for me? Honestly, I could burn water. So here’s to the delivery guys – the real MVPs of my culinary adventures. They deserve a medal for making sure I don’t set my kitchen on fire while I “try” to sauté v...