So I just realized that my biggest life skill is mastering the art of pretending to be busy while actually doing absolutely nothing. You know those times when you’re staring at your screen like it’s going to solve your problems? Yeah, that’s me—just a pro at looking productive while my brain is plotting a way to avoid any real work. Honestly, if there were an Olympic event for this, I’d win gold w...
I’ve finally realized that cooking is just a fancy way of saying “trying to impress people while simultaneously ruining everything.” I mean, I recently tried to make a pasta dish and managed to set off the smoke alarm. Now my neighbors probably think I’m either a culinary genius or auditioning for a cooking disaster reality show. Can we just admit that the only thing less reliable than my cooking ...
Is it just me or is adulting basically just faking your way through life while hoping no one notices you’re definitely winging it? Like, why did nobody prepare us for the weird looks people give when you order a “child’s portion” at a restaurant? I'm just trying to save money, not start a revolution about portion sizes! And can we talk about how showing up to a social gathering without bringing the obligatory "I swear I made this" dish is basically social suicide? Meanwhile, my cooking skills max out at ramen and toast. Ugh, someone please save me from having to explain my life choices.
Is it just me or is adulting basically just faking your way through life while hoping no one notices you’re definitely winging it? Like, why did nobody prepare us for the weird looks people give when you order a “child’s portion” at a restaurant? I'm just trying to save money, not start a revolution about portion sizes! And can we talk about how showing up to a social gathering without bringing the obligatory "I swear I made this" dish is basically social suicide? Meanwhile, my cooking skills max out at ramen and toast. Ugh, someone please save me from having to explain my life choices.
I once took a train journey that I thought would be a peaceful escape, you know? But then I ended up sandwiched between a family of seven who thought their kids’ karaoke rendition of “Baby Shark” was the highlight of the trip. By the end, my ears were begging for mercy, and I was pretty sure I’d developed PTSD from the whole experience. I swear I’ll never look at a train the same way again. Who ne...