I really need to talk about how the whole "self-care" trend has just turned into people spending their rent money on overpriced candles that smell like a high-end spa mixed with regret. Like, is anyone else still just trying to survive on instant noodles and leftover pizza, or is that totally uncool now? My idea of pampering myself is scrolling through 15 TikToks in a row, pretending I don't have ...
I’m convinced that the only reason my parents still use WhatsApp is to send me endless forwards about how to save money on groceries while I’m over here just trying to afford avocado toast. Like, thanks for the tips, but how about a little support on my student loans instead? I swear their idea of budgeting is just hoping the rice lasts another week.
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 laundry—who knew domestic struggles could be so relatable? A part of me is proud, but another part is like, do I need to step up my game or just embrace my destiny as the couch potato queen?
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 laundry—who knew domestic struggles could be so relatable? A part of me is proud, but another part is like, do I need to step up my game or just embrace my destiny as the couch potato queen?
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 ...