I have a love/hate relationship with the weekend. Lately, it’s been going so fast that Sunday nights feel a lot like a somber goodbye. I blame my sleep schedule because I’ve been sleeping early on Friday nights which makes it so hard for me to capitalize on the first night of freedom! Perhaps, I’ll consider
I’ve been to a handful of cities that has astounded me to the core, but there will never be a city like Los Angeles. When it’s summer all year round, who can complain about clear skies when it’s snowing like crazy in the east coast. The only thing we can really complain about is not
I haven’t adjusted the thermostat at home, so it’s running at 70 degrees while we’re transitioning into cooler temperatures. This was not the brightest idea because I was freezing when I woke up this morning. Immediately, I grabbed my Minx NY slipper socks, and my feet felt oh-so-toasty. Where has this been all my life?
I’m one of those people that needs to be preoccupied at all times. This is specially true when the weekend begins and I have nothing planned. Still, I’m an introvert at heart because I have a lot of days when I like to sulk into my comfort zone and not do anything for the entire
I’ve had my share of sheer laziness with nothing but hours of binge watching tv shows on Netflix. For the past few weeks, I thrived on nothing but the literal meaning of “Netflix and chill”, and I am not ashamed of my unhealthy habits. But I put a stop to my uneventful living by going