Is it just me, or does every "How do I look?" question from my friends come with an invisible contract that basically says "you better lie"? Like, when did honesty become a crime in friendship? I mean, I could tell my friend her outfit looks like it survived a tornado, but if I do, I’m suddenly the villain. So, do I just start taking a shot of tequila before each hangout to prepare for this level ...
I don’t get why people are obsessed with traveling so much. I mean, I can barely manage my life in one city, and you want me to hop on a plane and pay hundreds just to sweat in a foreign country? Meanwhile, my couch has never judged me for binge-watching the same series for the tenth time while eating leftover pizza. Also, what's with taking a million pictures at every tourist spot? Like, do you r...
You ever notice how everyone raves about "finding yourself" through travel, but last time I tried to ‘find myself’ at a beach, I ended up with sand in every possible place and a sunburn that looked like a lobster auditioning for a horror movie? Meanwhile, my idea of a culture shock is the difference between a deli sandwich and a gourmet one. I think I might just be better off exploring the culinary depths of my local takeout menu. But hey, they say home is where the heart is, right? So, does that make my couch a cultural landmark?
You ever notice how everyone raves about "finding yourself" through travel, but last time I tried to ‘find myself’ at a beach, I ended up with sand in every possible place and a sunburn that looked like a lobster auditioning for a horror movie? Meanwhile, my idea of a culture shock is the difference between a deli sandwich and a gourmet one. I think I might just be better off exploring the culinary depths of my local takeout menu. But hey, they say home is where the heart is, right? So, does that make my couch a cultural landmark?
I have a confession: I only started cooking because I got tired of my mom questioning why I’m still single. Apparently, “instant noodles” doesn’t count as a gourmet meal. So here I am, mastering the art of burning toast while pretending I’ll make a five-course meal one day. Honestly, what’s the point of recipes when you can just end up with a culinary disaster that’s Instagrammable? But hey, at le...