Why is it that every time I finally get a decent night's sleep, my alarm clock decides to audition for a horror movie? Like, I swear, it screams louder than my high school teacher when I forgot my homework. And don't even get me started on how it takes me an hour just to get out of bed. I could probably run a marathon if getting up was a competitive sport. Anyone else feel like their bed has a gra...
Why do people act like getting older means you automatically have your life together? I still can’t figure out how to fold a fitted sheet, let alone plan my future. If “adulting” is just faking confidence while Googling everything, I deserve an Oscar. Seriously, can we just agree that none of us have a clue? Life is just a series of chaotic decisions and hoping for the best.
Have you ever noticed how people act like they’re personal trainers just because they’ve hit the gym a few times? I mean, I get it, you found the push-up button on your fitness app, but now you’re lecturing me on my protein intake like you just graduated from the University of Gains. Newsflash: I’m not here for your unsolicited advice, I’m just trying to figure out how to lift my grocery bags without pulling a muscle. And let’s be real, if you're trying to flex on me, at least bring some actual muscles to the show.
Have you ever noticed how people act like they’re personal trainers just because they’ve hit the gym a few times? I mean, I get it, you found the push-up button on your fitness app, but now you’re lecturing me on my protein intake like you just graduated from the University of Gains. Newsflash: I’m not here for your unsolicited advice, I’m just trying to figure out how to lift my grocery bags without pulling a muscle. And let’s be real, if you're trying to flex on me, at least bring some actual muscles to the show.
So, I finally decided to try my hand at cooking during one of those "I'm an adult now" phases. I was feeling all MasterChef until I realized I had no idea how to chop an onion without crying like my ex just walked back into the room. Fast forward to a smoke alarm going off because I thought “charred” would give my chicken a gourmet twist. Spoiler alert: It didn’t. My roommate still hasn’t forgiven...