If y’all haven’t heard by now, there is an unofficial post grad problems reddit page thingy that y’all can go peruse while stuck in meetings. https://www.reddit.com/r/PostGradProblem/
You trying to start some beef with me over at the PGP reddit? Because that’s exactly what I’m having, beef in some form, most likely a medium rare steak with a good red wine while I sit alone on my couch.
I gotta ask, how? Phillip K. Dick is one of my all time favorite writers. Perhaps its how many of his characters are just going through drug induced paranoia which said a lot about the man, but I always love how fucked up he views the world, it’s interesting. Flow my Tears, the Policeman Said was what got me into him though.
Since there are so many questions either posted on here, texted or tweeted, I’ll answer a few.
1. My best guess is she found my parents house through the county’s appraisal district. Armed with my phone number, she got my last name through my snap username, and it was game over from there.
2. No I’m not giving a name, she may have been crazy, but one of y’all will contact her and my life will go south again.
3. I’m not funny, just my life is. Laugh at my pain.
If your future city has it, check out the Moishe House. They are an organization for Young Jewish women and they throw 5+ events a month. Even as a non-jew, these events are typically a blast to get hammered at.
I wouldn’t be opposed to an occasional or weekly column giving us the best stories you’ve seen at a bar. Preferably on Fridays to get myself in the right mindset
Its bachelor season, why would I eat, that’d just slow me down from getting a solid wine buzz
False. I was in a SS shirt and only got a 6. I think its because of the beef between me and dave though
Check the Reddit for daily stuff like this
If y’all haven’t heard by now, there is an unofficial post grad problems reddit page thingy that y’all can go peruse while stuck in meetings. https://www.reddit.com/r/PostGradProblem/
You trying to start some beef with me over at the PGP reddit? Because that’s exactly what I’m having, beef in some form, most likely a medium rare steak with a good red wine while I sit alone on my couch.
I gotta ask, how? Phillip K. Dick is one of my all time favorite writers. Perhaps its how many of his characters are just going through drug induced paranoia which said a lot about the man, but I always love how fucked up he views the world, it’s interesting. Flow my Tears, the Policeman Said was what got me into him though.
I’m hoping someone live tweets their break up
Since there are so many questions either posted on here, texted or tweeted, I’ll answer a few.
1. My best guess is she found my parents house through the county’s appraisal district. Armed with my phone number, she got my last name through my snap username, and it was game over from there.
2. No I’m not giving a name, she may have been crazy, but one of y’all will contact her and my life will go south again.
3. I’m not funny, just my life is. Laugh at my pain.
I’ve got a BIG Jambox and that works pretty well.
If your future city has it, check out the Moishe House. They are an organization for Young Jewish women and they throw 5+ events a month. Even as a non-jew, these events are typically a blast to get hammered at.
I wouldn’t be opposed to an occasional or weekly column giving us the best stories you’ve seen at a bar. Preferably on Fridays to get myself in the right mindset
Still waiting on a sushi venmo from June. I know I’ll never see it, but dammit I want my money.
Dallas is even better, it doesn’t smell of stale sewer water like Houston does.
My ex sober cried for hours when she didn’t get a ring by spring.
Thought Catalog’s version of this column: 7 Ways we are all this girl in 2016
One of Chelsea’s friend’s is a spy sent by the protagonist.
He once tried to poison a water reservoir. Micah is a monster.
Just texted some close friends demanding they get engaged soon because I need this shit in my life
Shitload of downvotes, but for a tinder line, a 70% success rate of getting a positive response back isn’t bad.
I always go for the “So I guess we’re married now. Is it too soon to file for a divorce?”