Can we talk about how absolutely ridiculous it is that every time I order a pizza, it’s a 50/50 chance whether it’ll arrive as a perfectly cheesy masterpiece or a sad, grease-stained disaster? Like, if I wanted a workout, I’d go to the gym, not engage in a game of 'guess the toppings' with my dinner. And don’t even get me started on the delivery guy who shows up 30 minutes late with a smile like h...
I can't make money this year!
I can't make money this year!
I can't make money this year!
I’m convinced that adulting is just a never-ending game of “What Did I Forget?” Like, I pay my bills, do my groceries, and still find myself standing in the middle of my living room wondering if I left the oven on or if I’ve eaten today. Also, why does having a “clean” home require so much more effort than just throwing everything into a pile in the corner? Honestly, I feel like my house is just o...