I have a confession: I’m 100% convinced that my dog understands me better than most people. Like, the other day I was having a meltdown over my failed bread baking attempt, and all he did was sit there, looking at me like, “Chill, human, I eat whatever you put in front of me.” Meanwhile, my friends keep texting me asking why I haven’t been social lately, and I’m just like... can they bring treats?...
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, my fridge looks like it’s been a post-apocalyptic scene for weeks. Is ‘having takeout for dinner’ really a lifestyle choice, or is it just me waving the white flag?
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, my fridge looks like it’s been a post-apocalyptic scene for weeks. Is ‘having takeout for dinner’ really a lifestyle choice, or is it just me waving the white flag?
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 id...