My morning coffee isn't just a caffeine fix.

It's a carefully curated montage scene, complete with a soulful indie soundtrack and me staring pensively out the window, probably about to write a groundbreaking novel or crack a cold case.

I was running late for work and spilled coffee all over my shirt

So I declared, 'It's not a stain, it's a metaphor for the chaos that is my life,' and walked into the office like I was accepting an Oscar

He told me he was looking for a woman who was 'effortlessly beautiful' and 'doesn't try too hard.'

Honey, if I didn't 'try hard,' I'd show up in last night's sweatpants, a hair tie still on my wrist, and ask if you had any leftover pizza.

My friend just described herself as 'low-maintenance' because she only buys one type of moisturizer.

And I thought, 'Honey, I just spent ten minutes deciding if my bra straps were visible enough to be an accessory or an oversight. That's *my* version of 'just rolling out of bed'.'