Also an accountant – on the one hand, they’d understand the annoying parts of your job that you need to vent about but on the other hand you’d both have the same busy times of year so that would suck. I’ll probably end up with a lawyer or someone in finance.
Stay in on Friday, Netflix to your heart’s desire, get bored, go out on Saturday and immediately regret that decision when you wake on Sunday, remedy with day-long brunch that turns into shooting the shit with the bartender and drinking pints while hating your fantasy team.
The credit card one is a hard lesson to learn, even when your parents (and mine) give the same sound advice – don’t spend more than you make. It does feel damn good to pay it down by yourself though and get that weight off your mind.
-People who stop at a blinking yellow. Unless I misunderstood my driver’s manual, blinking yellow means proceed with caution, not STOP.
-People who don’t understand how a four-way stop works.
-People who, during congestion, pull out on the shoulder or in a merge lane that’s about to end in order to skip the line and try to butt in ahead. They personally can fuck off.
-People who are about to pull into a left turn lane to turn left and almost come to a complete stop while still in the lane of traffic.
I’m starting to think Amanda has terrible taste in men/general decision-making abilities. Just wait until her kids inevitably fuck up some possession of Josh’s because *they’re kids* and see how fast he goes from 0-60 in terms of rage.
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Username checks out. Thanks for posting, I actually will be likely to go out of my way to get a free coffee tomorrow.
Or throw it all over the sweaters in question. Especially the cashmere.
Is Alec Baldwin’s wife Hilaria leading the charge? She instagrams herself doing yoga literally everyday, so I’m surprised she didn’t jump in on this.
Yes. I can’t wait to go outside and not immediately sweat through all of my clothes.
Maybe the only celeb I’d be okay with crashing my wedding photos.
Also an accountant – on the one hand, they’d understand the annoying parts of your job that you need to vent about but on the other hand you’d both have the same busy times of year so that would suck. I’ll probably end up with a lawyer or someone in finance.
Dogs eat their own turds. They do not need a paleo diet.
Stay in on Friday, Netflix to your heart’s desire, get bored, go out on Saturday and immediately regret that decision when you wake on Sunday, remedy with day-long brunch that turns into shooting the shit with the bartender and drinking pints while hating your fantasy team.
About to openly cry at my desk.
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A girl can still dream though.
I was so hoping she’d send a bitchy text to the wrong person and implode her friend group.
Alabama native and never heard of that beer but I’m down with Tropicalia for Georgia. So tasty.
The credit card one is a hard lesson to learn, even when your parents (and mine) give the same sound advice – don’t spend more than you make. It does feel damn good to pay it down by yourself though and get that weight off your mind.
And dogs will be better behaved than children running amok through the aisles. *shops for fall bandanna for my dog*
All of this gets back to Katie, Katie & Finn no longer hang with Todd and Girl, and Todd is even more of an island surrounded by his crazy girlfriend.
-People who stop at a blinking yellow. Unless I misunderstood my driver’s manual, blinking yellow means proceed with caution, not STOP.
-People who don’t understand how a four-way stop works.
-People who, during congestion, pull out on the shoulder or in a merge lane that’s about to end in order to skip the line and try to butt in ahead. They personally can fuck off.
-People who are about to pull into a left turn lane to turn left and almost come to a complete stop while still in the lane of traffic.
I may have road rage issues.
$650/month for a BUNK BED with five other people in the room? Oh hell no.
I’m starting to think Amanda has terrible taste in men/general decision-making abilities. Just wait until her kids inevitably fuck up some possession of Josh’s because *they’re kids* and see how fast he goes from 0-60 in terms of rage.