So, I decided to finally try that solo travel thing everyone raves about. Booked a cute little cabin in the woods, thinking it would be all “Eat, Pray, Love” vibes. Day one? I nearly set myself on fire trying to cook pasta, and now I’m trying to convince the forest raccoons that I’m not their new roommate. Not sure what’s more terrifying—getting lost in the woods or realizing I have no one to laug...
I’m pretty sure that my real talent in life is making the worst possible choices when it comes to hobbies. Like, I decided to get into baking during the pandemic, and now my kitchen looks like a crime scene. Flour everywhere, burnt cookies that resemble hockey pucks, and a sourdough starter that I've named "Yeastie Boys" because it's clearly more successful than I am. Meanwhile, my friends keep as...
You ever notice how the more you try to make plans, the more your friends suddenly develop selective hearing? Like, I texted my entire group about a movie night last week, and all I got was crickets. But let me casually mention how I’m free during an 8-hour Netflix binge, and suddenly everyone wants to join! Friends are like Wi-Fi signals – great when they’re strong, but dropouts are painful. Can we please accept that “I’ll be free next week” is just code for “I’m already booked with my couch”?
You ever notice how the more you try to make plans, the more your friends suddenly develop selective hearing? Like, I texted my entire group about a movie night last week, and all I got was crickets. But let me casually mention how I’m free during an 8-hour Netflix binge, and suddenly everyone wants to join! Friends are like Wi-Fi signals – great when they’re strong, but dropouts are painful. Can we please accept that “I’ll be free next week” is just code for “I’m already booked with my couch”?
So I finally decided to try cooking during this endless cycle of procrastination and discovered something terrifying: I have no idea what I’m doing. I'm pretty sure I almost summoned a smoke alarm by boiling water, and I had a dinner guest ask if I was trying to make 'charred pasta' an actual cuisine. Not sure if they were joking or just really into ‘food experiences,’ but I’m convinced my smoke a...