You ever notice how every family function feels like a live episode of a reality show? Like, I’m just trying to eat my biryani in peace, but there’s always that one aunt who has to ask when I’m getting married. Meanwhile, my cousin who still plays video games in his mom's basement just got promoted to *Chief Assistant Assistant Manager* or whatever. Honestly, I think the real reason I stay away fr...
okay so like the thing that drives me totally insane at work is when people in the break room take the last of the coffee and don’t make a new pot—like how hard is it to just hit a couple buttons on the coffee maker, I swear I’m not asking for much but it’s the principle of the thing, you know? like, I walk in all tired at 8 AM thinking I can at least caffeinate myself before diving into spreadshe...
Why do we treat brunch like it’s a fancy event? I mean, it’s literally just breakfast with a slightly fancier name and overpriced avocado toast that’s not even as good as the one I make at home. And don’t get me started on those “bottomless mimosas” – I’m pretty sure the only thing that’s actually bottomless is the waiter’s eye roll every time someone asks for a refill. Can we just go back to breakfast in our pajamas without the pressure of Instagramming our eggs Benedict for clout?
Why do we treat brunch like it’s a fancy event? I mean, it’s literally just breakfast with a slightly fancier name and overpriced avocado toast that’s not even as good as the one I make at home. And don’t get me started on those “bottomless mimosas” – I’m pretty sure the only thing that’s actually bottomless is the waiter’s eye roll every time someone asks for a refill. Can we just go back to breakfast in our pajamas without the pressure of Instagramming our eggs Benedict for clout?
You ever sit there at 3 AM, scrolling through your phone, and suddenly realize you’ve turned into that person who talks to themselves? I’m not even giving myself good advice anymore. Last night, I found myself arguing with a YouTube video about whether pineapple belongs on pizza. Spoiler: it does, and it’s not up for debate. If I’m gonna have a mental breakdown, I might as well snack on some contr...