So I decided to try my hand at cooking because, you know, adulthood and all that. I looked up a “simple” pasta recipe that claimed to be foolproof. Spoiler alert: the fool was me. I ended up with a pot full of what looked like glue and a smoke alarm that now hates me. The pasta was so overcooked I’m pretty sure it formed a new species. My takeaway? Maybe takeout isn’t such a bad idea after all—at ...
Why is it that all the best snacks come with a million calories, yet the healthy ones taste like cardboard? Like, who decided that kale should be the poster child for wellness? Meanwhile, I’m over here trying to justify a whole pizza for “self-care.” Is it really that bad if my spirit is full but my body is… well, a work in progress? Can we just agree that life is too short for guilt over nachos?
Can we talk about how every time I try to get my life together, the universe hits me with a “just kidding!”? Like, I genuinely thought my washing machine was broken until I realized it was just my cat using it as a nap pod. Then, of course, I trip over my own shoelaces while trying to leave the house on time, which somehow earns me a “you really must be clumsy” from the neighbor. Can I catch a break here or is this just my reality now?
Can we talk about how every time I try to get my life together, the universe hits me with a “just kidding!”? Like, I genuinely thought my washing machine was broken until I realized it was just my cat using it as a nap pod. Then, of course, I trip over my own shoelaces while trying to leave the house on time, which somehow earns me a “you really must be clumsy” from the neighbor. Can I catch a break here or is this just my reality now?
Why is it that every time I start reading a book, I feel like I need to finish it in one sitting, but the moment I actually sit down to read, I suddenly remember all the episodes of that Netflix show I “totally” need to catch up on? Is there a secret society of procrastinating readers who just want to be seen struggling with their TBR piles? Because I could really use some tips here—it’s either my...