So I finally decided to try my hand at cooking, right? I thought I'd impress my friends with a homemade dinner. Long story short, I ended up almost burning down my kitchen and creating a dish that looked like it belonged on a failed cooking show. I mean, how do you mess up instant noodles? I swear, my smoke alarm has developed a personal vendetta against me. Now, I just stick to takeout and preten...
I think we need to have a serious chat about how we treat our hobbies like they’re the most boring part of adulthood. I mean, who decided adulting means you can’t spend an entire Saturday binge-watching cartoons or playing video games until your thumbs go numb? It’s like, sure, let’s all pretend we love 9-5s and mortgages, but I’m pretty sure my happiest moments involve a comfy couch and a bag of ...
I used to think that adulthood meant having your life together, but here I am, still googling how to fold a fitted sheet like it's a secret government operation. Honestly, the real adulthood test should be figuring out which bills to pay this month without breaking down into tears. And can we talk about how the "dream job" was sold to me like it was going to be a cakewalk? Meanwhile, I’m just here surviving off instant noodles and caffeine while pretending I’m a responsible adult. Anyone else feel like we were totally duped?
I used to think that adulthood meant having your life together, but here I am, still googling how to fold a fitted sheet like it's a secret government operation. Honestly, the real adulthood test should be figuring out which bills to pay this month without breaking down into tears. And can we talk about how the "dream job" was sold to me like it was going to be a cakewalk? Meanwhile, I’m just here surviving off instant noodles and caffeine while pretending I’m a responsible adult. Anyone else feel like we were totally duped?
I just realized that my phone has probably seen more hours of my face than my closest friends have this year. My screen time says I’m basically in a committed relationship with my apps, but I can’t even remember the last time I went out to have an actual conversation without someone staring at their screen too. If one more person insists we’re “connected” through our social media likes, I might ju...