I just finished a book that was supposed to be a "thrilling page-turner," but honestly, it felt more like a sleep aid. I mean, I could've used the pages to prop my eyes open at this point. How do authors get away with writing 300 pages of a protagonist pondering over an unopened letter? Like, I get it, suspense, but my grocery list is more riveting. What’s worse is that I’m now committed to readin...
I genuinely think people need to stop pretending that adulting is all rainbows and gourmet dinners. I mean, I can burn water at this point. My culinary skills peaked in college when I learned to make instant noodles without the water. And don’t even get me started on cooking shows—how are you supposed to feel inspired while you can’t even make toast without setting off the smoke alarm? Meanwhile, ...
I recently went on a solo trip thinking I’d find my inner peace or at least a good selfie spot. Turns out, I spent half my time getting lost in a tiny village where everyone thought I was a lost tourist and the other half trying to explain to locals that “I’m not a Bollywood star, just a random guy who forgot to read the map.” Also, why did I think hiking up a mountain in flip-flops was a smart idea? Spoiler: it wasn’t. The only thing I gained was an epic story and a blister the size of my dreams.
I recently went on a solo trip thinking I’d find my inner peace or at least a good selfie spot. Turns out, I spent half my time getting lost in a tiny village where everyone thought I was a lost tourist and the other half trying to explain to locals that “I’m not a Bollywood star, just a random guy who forgot to read the map.” Also, why did I think hiking up a mountain in flip-flops was a smart idea? Spoiler: it wasn’t. The only thing I gained was an epic story and a blister the size of my dreams.
Honestly, I’m still trying to figure out how my cat manages to sleep 18 hours a day and yet still finds time to demand attention like he’s some kind of feline celebrity. Like, do you think I want to give you my lunch instead of eating it? Spoiler alert: I do not. But here we are, me feeling guilty while you stare at me as if I’m the one failing at life. Can we all agree that pets have the upper pa...