General: Hey friends! Just a heads up that there’s been a data breach at Under Armour aff…

it’s three a.m. and my bank account just texted me, “we need to talk.” so here I am, pacing my kitchen, eyeing the sad avocado that’s just begging to be guacamole but can’t make it because I can’t afford a bag of chips. if my financial anxiety were a sitcom, I’d be the lead character and it would get canceled after one season because everyone would get tired of me crying over grocery store receipt...

the way that coworker strutted into the break room like they just solved world hunger because they took my project idea is next level delusional. i half-expected them to reveal a secret stash of ancient scrolls while playing a harp. honestly, i just stood there, contemplating whether or not to publish a memoir titled "the silent screams of the overshadowed genius."

just realized that last night at the family gathering, everyone turned into the unofficial judging panel of my life—like yaar, I’m sitting there trying to enjoy my kebabs, and suddenly it's like I’ve become the lead story on a cooking show about how to make an EXCUSE for being a little extra fluffy—achha, aunty is giving her ‘nutrition expert’ advice while my cousin starts naming gym memberships l...