Why is it that every time I decide to be a responsible adult and sort my life out, I end up deep diving into a 5-hour YouTube rabbit hole of conspiracy theories about whether or not birds are actually government drones? Like, I could've been cleaning my closet or, I don’t know, actually doing something productive, but nope—I'm over here questioning the authenticity of my own backyard. Honestly, if...
I tried to live without my phone for a day, and honestly, I think I deserve a medal. I spent the first hour just staring at walls, wondering how I used to entertain myself before endless scrolling was a thing. By hour three, I accidentally caught myself daydreaming about my Wi-Fi password and debating whether I’d survive a zombie apocalypse with just a library card. Spoiler: I wouldn’t. At this po...
Why does it feel like all my friends are suddenly experts in relationships when they're the ones who just got ghosted? Like, I just want to know how you can offer me dating advice when you can't even reply to a text. Is there some secret manual I missed out on, or are we all just winging it and hoping for the best? Seriously, can someone just admit we’re all confused and barely managing?
Why does it feel like all my friends are suddenly experts in relationships when they're the ones who just got ghosted? Like, I just want to know how you can offer me dating advice when you can't even reply to a text. Is there some secret manual I missed out on, or are we all just winging it and hoping for the best? Seriously, can someone just admit we’re all confused and barely managing?
I’m at the point in my life where I can’t tell if I’m revisiting old comfort movies because they make me feel nostalgic or if I’m just avoiding all the new content that looks like it was written by AI. Seriously, how many superhero origin stories do we need? But then again, every time I put on ‘10 Things I Hate About You,’ I find myself giggling like it’s 1999 again. Maybe I’m just stuck in a cine...