So, the next time someone raises an eyebrow at your unconventional living situation, just smile knowingly and say, "We're just maximizing our relationship ROI.

And to all my fellow singles out there, navigating this crazy dating world: you are not alone. Keep your standards high, your heart open, and your sense of humor intact. Because let’s be honest, sometimes all you can do is laugh. And maybe write a slightly-too-long blog post about it.

This is a humorous take on life in Wisconsin. I love my home state, and I know many wonderful people here. But let's be real, sometimes you gotta laugh at yourself (and your fellow cheeseheads).

Lauren wasn't just a pretty face. She was ambitious and driven, pursuing her passions with unwavering determination. Watching her build her own fashion empire was incredibly inspiring. She proved that you can be successful, stylish, and kind all at the same time.

Let's be real, darlings. Anyone who knows me knows I'm currently in a full-blown, head-over-love affair with tacos. Forget diamonds, a perfectly seasoned al pastor is my true sparkle. And speaking of obsessions, my absolute favorite TV series? You guessed it: Sex and the City. I worship at the altar of Carrie, Samantha, Miranda, and Charlotte.

The pressure to conform to the party scene, to drown myself in overpriced cocktails and pretend to enjoy the same dull conversations, finally got to me. I realized I wasn’t having fun; I was just surviving. The next morning always brought the same regret, the same headaches. It was exhausting.

Let's be honest, breakups are rarely fun. There's the initial shock, the inevitable sadness, and the awkward moment when you realize you have to untag yourselves from all those nauseatingly cute couple photos (because let's face it, nobody needs a reminder of "Timmy and Sarah: Forever and Always... until Tuesday"). But amidst the emotional wreckage, a beautiful thing emerges: time. Glorious, uninterrupted, all-your-own time.

So, let's all make a pact, shall we? Let's vow to be more considerate of others, both in and out of the gym. Let's make an effort to hold doors open, to say "please" and "thank you," and to generally treat people with kindness and respect. Because at the end of the day, that's what truly matters.

Now, I know what you’re thinking. Therapy? Isn't that all about awkward silences, tearful confessions, and digging up childhood trauma? Well, sometimes. But my experience lately has been less “Oprah’s couch” and more “comedy club open mic night.” Because let me tell you, my psychiatrist? She’s a comedic genius.

"Wanna dance?" or "Mind if I liberate you from this human sardine can?" – these lines? They work. Magic. Don't even get me started on the "Wanna make out?" approach. The sheer disbelief on their faces is chef's kiss.

Then, my brain, in its infinite wisdom, decides to play a little game called “What If Everyone Forgets About You?” It’s a real nail-biter. My anxiety whispers sweet (and by sweet, I mean terrifying) nothings in my ear: “If you’re not there, they’ll move on. They’ll forget you exist. You’ll become a social ghost.” Dramatic much? My brain is basically a telenovela writer.

DO. NOT. CANCEL. PLANS. WITH. ME. AND. THEN. GET. MAD. WHEN. I'M. BUSY. WHEN. YOU. FINALLY. DECIDE. YOU. WANT. TO. HANG. OUT.