I just finished reading this book that everyone's been raving about, and honestly, I was more confused than when I started. The plot twists had less logic than my sleep schedule, and the characters made me question if I was actually reading a novel or just a collection of bad decisions poorly strung together. Who knew literary masterpieces could feel like trying to solve a Rubik's Cube blindfolded...
Why is it that the only time I truly feel like I have my life together is when I'm binge-watching cooking shows while simultaneously eating takeout? I mean, these chefs are out here whipping up five-course meals, and I'm over here pondering whether to microwave last week's pizza or put in the effort to boil some water. If this isn't peak adulting, I don’t know what is. And can we talk about how th...
Ever notice how every time you clean your room, you find those random items that make you question your life choices? Like, why do I have three half-burned candles, an expired coupon for a restaurant I don’t even like, and a sock that clearly belongs to a ghost? It’s like my room is just a museum of poor decisions and lost socks. Honestly, I think cleaning should come with a therapy session because how am I supposed to reflect on my life while also trying to remember what this mystery stain is?
Ever notice how every time you clean your room, you find those random items that make you question your life choices? Like, why do I have three half-burned candles, an expired coupon for a restaurant I don’t even like, and a sock that clearly belongs to a ghost? It’s like my room is just a museum of poor decisions and lost socks. Honestly, I think cleaning should come with a therapy session because how am I supposed to reflect on my life while also trying to remember what this mystery stain is?
You ever have those moments at 3 AM where you question every life choice you ever made? Like, why did I think majoring in arts was a good idea when I struggle to color inside the lines? Honestly, I could've just opened a TikTok account and started selling my ‘unique’ workout routines. At this point, I'm convinced my true calling is to become a professional napper. Who needs a 401k when you can per...