You ever just sit back and think about how wild it is that we all collectively decided to spend hours pretending to be wizards, space warriors, and taco-obsessed raccoons in video games? Like, we’ve evolved from board games to this virtual world where I can beat my friends in Mario Kart while still in my pajamas, eating instant noodles. It's honestly a miracle that my mom still thinks my gaming is...
I honestly have to give mad props to my barista. I mean, every morning I roll in like a zombie, barely functioning, and somehow they magically know exactly how to make my coffee. It’s like they have this sixth sense for caffeine levels. Meanwhile, I can't even pick a flavor of yogurt without spiraling into an identity crisis. So, shoutout to them for saving my mornings and preventing my coworkers ...
So, I just finished binging an entire series during a weekend. I mean, who doesn’t love the thrill of living a whole other life in 8 hours? But then Monday hits, and I’m trying to have a normal conversation with my boss while still processing the fact that I just watched a character die who I thought was invincible. Like, how do I explain the emotional breakdown when they're asking for the status on the project? “Sorry, I’m still mourning the loss of my fictional friend.” Honestly, I feel like I need therapy to cope with the grief from my binge-watching habits. Is that a thing? Because it should be...
So, I just finished binging an entire series during a weekend. I mean, who doesn’t love the thrill of living a whole other life in 8 hours? But then Monday hits, and I’m trying to have a normal conversation with my boss while still processing the fact that I just watched a character die who I thought was invincible. Like, how do I explain the emotional breakdown when they're asking for the status on the project? “Sorry, I’m still mourning the loss of my fictional friend.” Honestly, I feel like I need therapy to cope with the grief from my binge-watching habits. Is that a thing? Because it should be...
You ever notice how giving advice is basically just you passing along your own regrets wrapped in a nice little bow? Like, “Don’t date a musician, they’ll break your heart and then your living room when they forget to pay rent.” But here I am, still swiping right on them like I’m in an episode of a rom-com gone horribly wrong. Honestly, the best advice I can give is to avoid taking advice altogeth...