Can we just agree that public transport is basically a survival game? The other day, I got stuck sandwiched between a guy who clearly thinks deodorant is optional and a woman loudly discussing her cat's "feelings" on the phone. Like, sis, I love your furry friend as much as the next person, but do I need to know about Mr. Whiskers' emotional breakdown while I’m trying to breathe? And don't get me ...
I just realized I've been in a situationship for over a year now, and I still can’t figure out if we’re dating or just really committed Netflix buddies. I mean, does sharing popcorn during binge-watching count as intimacy? I'm starting to think my relationship status should just be “permanently confused.” Honestly, I could probably write a thesis on the complicated dynamics of ‘hanging out’ withou...
Why is it that we all seem to have that one friend who asks, "Are we leaving soon?" when we haven't even ordered yet? Like, bro, are you trying to time travel? I'm convinced they have a secret watch that runs on anxiety. Anyone else feel like they need a "patience" class for these types? Or am I just the only one slowly losing my mind over perfect dinner timing?
Why is it that we all seem to have that one friend who asks, "Are we leaving soon?" when we haven't even ordered yet? Like, bro, are you trying to time travel? I'm convinced they have a secret watch that runs on anxiety. Anyone else feel like they need a "patience" class for these types? Or am I just the only one slowly losing my mind over perfect dinner timing?
Why is it that every time I try to cook something “simple,” it turns into a scene from a cooking horror movie? Like, who knew boiling pasta could lead to kitchen chaos? I’m over here trying to impress myself, and I end up setting off the smoke alarm while burning water. Surely, there should be a warning label: “Cooking is not for the faint-hearted.” Can anyone else relate, or am I just the designa...