Why do we always have that one friend who insists on taking a group selfie every time we go out? Like, I came for the free food and gossip, not a photo op. And then they spend 20 minutes editing it while we're all just sitting there like, “Didn’t we just eat together? Why do we need evidence?” I need answers, because at this point, I'm starting to think my life is just a series of forced Instagram...
You ever notice how the people who claim they "don't watch TV" are usually the ones who can quote every line from Friends? Like, congratulations on your superior taste in doing absolutely nothing for hours on end. But honestly, where's the harm in indulging in a good binge session? I mean, if I can escape reality by living through the drama of fictional characters, am I really doing it wrong? At l...
So yesterday, I decided to finally try cooking something other than instant noodles. I had this grand plan for a cute little pasta dish. Fast forward to me standing in the kitchen watching my ‘gourmet’ creation explode in the microwave like it was a science experiment gone horribly wrong. Spoiler: the smoke alarm is now my most judgmental friend. Honestly, I think I’ll just stick to takeout—at least the delivery guy doesn’t judge my life choices.
So yesterday, I decided to finally try cooking something other than instant noodles. I had this grand plan for a cute little pasta dish. Fast forward to me standing in the kitchen watching my ‘gourmet’ creation explode in the microwave like it was a science experiment gone horribly wrong. Spoiler: the smoke alarm is now my most judgmental friend. Honestly, I think I’ll just stick to takeout—at least the delivery guy doesn’t judge my life choices.
You ever notice how “adulting” is just a fancy term for constantly pretending you know what you're doing? The other day, I caught myself Googling "how to properly fold a fitted sheet" like I was about to get a degree in interior design. Meanwhile, my laundry is still that rogue pile in the corner that could probably have its own zip code. I swear, if managing life and responsibilities was an Olymp...