I have a confession: I seriously appreciate the random people who work in service jobs. Like, shoutout to the barista who remembers my complicated coffee order, because I barely remember my own name half the time. And what about those delivery drivers who still manage to smile through my confusing apartment complex? Honestly, without them, I’d probably be living on instant noodles and regret. Majo...
You ever notice how every time you get a random call from an unknown number, it’s either a scam or your mom asking why you're not married yet? Like, can I please get a break? It’s 2024, I’m just trying to figure out what to have for dinner, not planning a wedding. Meanwhile, I’m still waiting for that call from someone saying I've won a million bucks instead. Priorities, people!
I just found out that a "thrifted" outfit can cost more than what I usually spend on groceries for a week. Like, am I supposed to believe that someone wore it once and decided to put a $100 price tag on it? I could walk into a clearance bin at a department store and find five things that aren't stained by someone else's questionable life choices. Fashion is supposed to be fun, not a financial crisis. It’s like the only thing more inflated than my student debt is the price of vintage flannel!
I just found out that a "thrifted" outfit can cost more than what I usually spend on groceries for a week. Like, am I supposed to believe that someone wore it once and decided to put a $100 price tag on it? I could walk into a clearance bin at a department store and find five things that aren't stained by someone else's questionable life choices. Fashion is supposed to be fun, not a financial crisis. It’s like the only thing more inflated than my student debt is the price of vintage flannel!
Ever notice how being an adult is literally just Googling “how to do adult things” and hoping for the best? Like, at 30, I still get anxious when I have to call the dentist. Meanwhile, my childhood self thought I'd have it all figured out by now, probably running a country or at least running a successful book club. But nope, I’m just over here wondering if I’ve paid my bills or if I can live off ...