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Stories: I decided to finally try my hand at cooking since my takeout bill was starting t…

I still can’t believe my last group project in college turned into a trial for “Survivor: Teamwork Edition.” Picture this: three people who can’t agree on a pizza topping trying to decide on a research topic. We spent more time fighting over who’d do the presentation than actually doing the work. By the end, I was ready to report my group for emotional distress. Honestly, if we can survive that ch...

Why is it that every time I finally get into a new TV show, it ends on a cliffhanger and gets canceled? Is this some kind of cosmic joke? Like, am I destined to only watch shows that leave me emotionally scarred and desperate for answers? And why do I keep inviting that heartache when there are plenty of old shows just waiting for me to binge? Can we just agree that TV networks have a personal ven...

I decided to finally try my hand at cooking since my takeout bill was starting to resemble a mortgage payment. Made a "simple" pasta dish, and I swear the smoke alarm went off more times than I actually stirred the sauce. The crowning moment? When I realized I sprinkled salt instead of sugar in the sauce, and now my creation is basically a heart attack waiting to happen. But hey, at least the kitchen is still standing... sort of. Why do I feel like chef-ing should come with a life insurance policy?

I decided to finally try my hand at cooking since my takeout bill was starting to resemble a mortgage payment. Made a "simple" pasta dish, and I swear the smoke alarm went off more times than I actually stirred the sauce. The crowning moment? When I realized I sprinkled salt instead of sugar in the sauce, and now my creation is basically a heart attack waiting to happen. But hey, at least the kitchen is still standing... sort of. Why do I feel like chef-ing should come with a life insurance policy?

Why does every life crisis hit at 2 AM? Like, I'm just trying to sleep, and suddenly I'm questioning my entire existence while reminiscing about that time in 5th grade when I ate glue thinking it was icing. Who knew that would foreshadow every questionable life choice I’d make later? Honestly, is there a secret society of late-night philosophers that I’m missing out on? Because if so, I definitely...