You ever notice how every time you try to get into a new hobby, you end up spending half your paycheck on gear you’ll use once? Like, I just wanted to learn guitar, and now I have a collection of picks, a tuner, and a fancy amp that’s collecting dust because I got stuck on the first chord. At this rate, I should just take up competitive couch potato-ing instead. At least I'll be good at that and s...
I’ve been pretending to love cooking for years, but if I’m honest, my ideal dinner is a microwave burrito and whatever junk I can find in my fridge. The other day I posted a picture of my “gourmet” pasta on Instagram, and my friends were all like “wow, chef!” Little did they know I just boiled water and poured it over a bag of frozen stuff. Honestly, can we just agree that being an adult is really...
Sometimes I wonder if we're all just characters in a really poorly written sitcom. Like, the main character is living their best life while I'm over here struggling to decide if I need a nap or a snack. And don't even get me started on my "grown-up" moments. If adulting is just figuring out which bills to pay and convincing myself that 10 PM is a reasonable bedtime, then I officially want a refund on my life experience. How did we go from dreaming about changing the world to just hoping the Wi-Fi holds up through the next episode of my show?
Sometimes I wonder if we're all just characters in a really poorly written sitcom. Like, the main character is living their best life while I'm over here struggling to decide if I need a nap or a snack. And don't even get me started on my "grown-up" moments. If adulting is just figuring out which bills to pay and convincing myself that 10 PM is a reasonable bedtime, then I officially want a refund on my life experience. How did we go from dreaming about changing the world to just hoping the Wi-Fi holds up through the next episode of my show?
I have a confession: I once signed up for a pottery class thinking I’d make beautiful mugs and vases. Fast forward to me in class, covered in clay, realizing it looks more like I’m crafting modern art disasters that even a toddler would be embarrassed to paint. Pretty sure my instructor was just trying to be nice when he said, “It's... unique.” Honestly, I’m just waiting for a call from a school f...