I finally decided to pick up cooking during quarantine, and let me tell you, my smoke alarm is now my biggest fan. I thought "how hard can it be?" until I made pasta and somehow set off a chain reaction that turned my kitchen into a scene from a disaster movie. If you ever need motivation to order takeout, just remember my tragic attempt at garlic bread that literally became a crime scene. Who kne...
So, I decided to finally try out one of those "escape room" experiences with my friends, thinking it’d be a fun bonding activity. Turns out, when there's a timer involved, I become a total psycho! I was yelling at my friends to 'just think' while I was frantically trying to decipher a riddle that made zero sense. Spoiler: we ended up locked in there longer than necessary because I couldn't handle ...
Is it just me, or does everyone hit that weird point in their 20s where you start feeling like your life is just a half-baked Pinterest project? Like, I used to think I'd have my dream job, a cozy apartment, and maybe a dog named Kevin by now, but instead, I’m over here saving up for that one really nice pair of socks I saw online. Meanwhile, my childhood dreams of being a "famous author" are competing with my current talent for binge-watching reality TV and perfecting my microwave cooking skills. Existential crisis? More like everyday entertainment.
Is it just me, or does everyone hit that weird point in their 20s where you start feeling like your life is just a half-baked Pinterest project? Like, I used to think I'd have my dream job, a cozy apartment, and maybe a dog named Kevin by now, but instead, I’m over here saving up for that one really nice pair of socks I saw online. Meanwhile, my childhood dreams of being a "famous author" are competing with my current talent for binge-watching reality TV and perfecting my microwave cooking skills. Existential crisis? More like everyday entertainment.
I have this weird habit of pretending to be on a call whenever I walk past someone that I know but don’t want to talk to. Like, sorry, but small talk about the weather just isn’t in my schedule. I could be standing in a crowded room, and if I see my neighbor, I’ll suddenly start discussing my “urgent work” with an imaginary person. It’s basically the adult version of hiding behind the couch to avo...