I just found out that my childhood best friend has a successful YouTube channel while I’m still trying to figure out how to keep my houseplants alive. I mean, how did we go from sneaking snacks at each other’s houses to her being a literal influencer? Like, my biggest accomplishment this week was discovering a new level in Candy Crush. At this rate, I might just start vlogging my daily battle with...
Why do people act like wearing the same shirt two days in a row is an international crime? Like, I’m not trying to impress anyone here—I'm just trying to survive this work week. Meanwhile, my favorite shirt is literally begging for a second chance to shine. I don’t need a fashion police raid every time I hit the couch for an all-day Netflix binge. Can we just normalize ‘recycling’ our outfits? Or ...
Is it just me, or do we really need to stop pretending that being an adult means having your life together? Like, I just burnt my toast for the third time this week and I’ve been seriously thinking about how a bowl of cereal might actually qualify as a gourmet dinner. And don’t even get me started on the "self-care" craze. Apparently, taking a shower and remembering to eat are now considered luxury activities. Can we just agree that adulting is a scam designed to make us feel bad about eating ice cream for breakfast?
Is it just me, or do we really need to stop pretending that being an adult means having your life together? Like, I just burnt my toast for the third time this week and I’ve been seriously thinking about how a bowl of cereal might actually qualify as a gourmet dinner. And don’t even get me started on the "self-care" craze. Apparently, taking a shower and remembering to eat are now considered luxury activities. Can we just agree that adulting is a scam designed to make us feel bad about eating ice cream for breakfast?
I have a confession: I sometimes enjoy binge-watching reality TV just to feel better about my life choices. Like, how can these people cry over a spilled drink while I’m over here crying because my laundry pile is basically a mountain? At this point, I might as well get a PhD in "Relatable Meltdowns." Honestly, if I don’t end up on a reality show about my questionable life decisions, did I even li...