So I finally decided to try my hand at cooking, thinking I’d unleash my inner MasterChef or something. Spoiler alert: I ended up with a kitchen that looked like a crime scene and a pasta sauce that tasted like sadness mixed with regret. How is it that boiling water is the one thing I can’t handle? Now I’m pretty sure my smoke alarm has developed a personal vendetta against me, and I’ve officially ...
Every time I hear someone say "I'm not a morning person," I want to ask if they think they’re a nighttime person or just a permanently exhausted sloth. Like, I get it, but can we all agree that 90% of us are just sleep-deprived zombies pretending to have our lives together? I'm over here chugging coffee like it’s holy water while trying to remember if I’ve actually brushed my teeth yet. Can someon...
So, I recently went on a trip to this popular tourist spot, and let me tell you, it was basically a giant Instagram filter come to life. Everyone was snapping pics in front of the same landmark, and I couldn't help but feel like I was in the middle of a badly scripted rom-com where the lead just gets lost in the crowd. And of course, when I took my turn, I tripped on a rock and fell into a bush. Perfect timing. Now I have this epic photo of me looking like a human salad. Anyone else have a travel disaster that went straight into the “never speaking of this again” category?
So, I recently went on a trip to this popular tourist spot, and let me tell you, it was basically a giant Instagram filter come to life. Everyone was snapping pics in front of the same landmark, and I couldn't help but feel like I was in the middle of a badly scripted rom-com where the lead just gets lost in the crowd. And of course, when I took my turn, I tripped on a rock and fell into a bush. Perfect timing. Now I have this epic photo of me looking like a human salad. Anyone else have a travel disaster that went straight into the “never speaking of this again” category?
I've realized something life-changing: I genuinely appreciate my barista more than most people I know. Like, if they can remember my ridiculously complicated order - iced venti caramel macchiato with almond milk, light foam, and extra drizzle - even after I've been ghosting my own friends for weeks, that's a superpower. Meanwhile, my friends act like I'm asking for a miracle when I ask them to rem...