Making adult friends via acquaintances is awkward and confusing. Sure we’ve hit the bars a few times, went drink for drink at that one happy hour, and spent Amber’s birthday brunch housing mimosas in tandem but are we actually friends? Or just two people with mutual alcoholism?
Climbed through all 8 levels in 7 months at my last job, I was relieved when they finally just fired me. Making less than half of my previous salary as a bartender now and it’s infinitely preferable to spending another day in that hellhole
“If you marry out of your generation there will be differences” earth-shattering revelations coming out of the Times, looking forward to their next piece on how obesity is linked to overeating
I truly don’t understand why we elect middle-aged to senior citizens for government positions, the fuck do they care about what happens in 20-30 years? They’ll be 6 feet under or have already had their consciousness transferred to robot bodies à la Westworld
I fear for the future of these youths that they aren’t taking time to face rejection head on and learn what it’s like to shoot your shot and airball it wide right. Godspeed you naive prepubescent nightmares
“Sit Next to Me” is going to play at every beach bar as a mid-happy hour jam that comes on at the magic moment when alcohol tricks you into thinking you dance well
Reading about philodendrons for the first two-thirds was like a reverse “Lift Yourself”. Came here for the upper middle-class drama, not a gardening exposé
Girl came in hot with morning sex, his favorite clothes, and a casual “why did we break up”, Eric’s delicate soul can’t handle this level of psychological warfare
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Frank Reynolds would like a word with you on the proper spelling of “hoors”
Making adult friends via acquaintances is awkward and confusing. Sure we’ve hit the bars a few times, went drink for drink at that one happy hour, and spent Amber’s birthday brunch housing mimosas in tandem but are we actually friends? Or just two people with mutual alcoholism?
Who is this modern day Howard Hughes nonchalantly flying planes hungover and hanging out with Cowboys cheerleaders?
Students didn’t fool around in the Room of Requirement, that’s what the Shrieking Shack was for
Lyft is about to make a fortune with their discretion
Life’s too short to spend 1/3 of every day utterly miserable. Ts & Ps on the job hunt, things always work out eventually
Climbed through all 8 levels in 7 months at my last job, I was relieved when they finally just fired me. Making less than half of my previous salary as a bartender now and it’s infinitely preferable to spending another day in that hellhole
“If you marry out of your generation there will be differences” earth-shattering revelations coming out of the Times, looking forward to their next piece on how obesity is linked to overeating
I need a scientific study on the success rate of “cook you a steak” as a pickup line
Hence the dog love. A dog will shit on your floor, a person will shit on your life
As it turns out, my bedroom is reflective of the fact that I am not yet a mature adult.
I truly don’t understand why we elect middle-aged to senior citizens for government positions, the fuck do they care about what happens in 20-30 years? They’ll be 6 feet under or have already had their consciousness transferred to robot bodies à la Westworld
Eagerly anticipating Nived’s hot take on this
The nonchalance with which the last guy mentioned his friend being in the trunk of an ex-hookup’s car is astonishing
I fear for the future of these youths that they aren’t taking time to face rejection head on and learn what it’s like to shoot your shot and airball it wide right. Godspeed you naive prepubescent nightmares
What the fuck is Luck of the Irish doing at the bottom rung?
“Sit Next to Me” is going to play at every beach bar as a mid-happy hour jam that comes on at the magic moment when alcohol tricks you into thinking you dance well
Wrong name right artist. Give the child a break, she was only 6 or 7 when it came out
Reading about philodendrons for the first two-thirds was like a reverse “Lift Yourself”. Came here for the upper middle-class drama, not a gardening exposé
Girl came in hot with morning sex, his favorite clothes, and a casual “why did we break up”, Eric’s delicate soul can’t handle this level of psychological warfare