Aspiring to be casually rich and office hot, while plugging away at an entry level job that promises a pension and good benefits because #compromise and idk maybe I’ll make enough to buy a fancy Japanese toilet.
I have a tendency to run away and/or move to foreign countries when life gets "too real" or I'm feeling restless. This has resulted in me being both single af and struggling to buy a studio apartment where my bed folds into a wall.
Champagne taste, sparkling water budget; so my 5 year plan is to marry money -and then ride out the alimony payments once he realizes what a nightmare I am.
Yikes, sharing a room with anyone other than a SO is a no go. I’ve gotten to live in some great cities with accommodation paid for by my company, without it you can’t live there unless you’re rich. That said, for NYC I would consider those conditions on a temp basis.
This is my logic too. I’m a fatty at heart but a fiscally conservative one, so adding in the price, tip and sales tax I’d rather just buy the damn cake at the store for the same price and know it’s ready for me at home because it’s not like they’re making that shit in house anyway. Plus then any awkward sexual sounding desert related noises are no longer public. And then this way you have an entire cake and come across as someone who in public is moderately healthy.
I know two whole phrases in Spanish: “Hello beautiful/handsome” and “listen here bitch”. Those coupled with the word Sangria got me around Barcelona just fine. I’m pretty sure this is also why other country’s hate tourists.
I’m on the reusable train myself. Using something like a yeti traveler also gives the luxury of ice water all day long and gives off more of a PM vibe than someone who ran into some gas station on the way to work -and plastic bottles are fucking up our environment. And there’s political issues regarding access to water in poor communities at the expense of bottled water companies like Nestle which are super fucking depressing. That said, when needed I definitely use plastic bottles.
But like, it is a whole level of douche to call someone out on using one. Especially a stranger. Absolutely needed to have his soul crushed on how leather is made.
Didn’t have a damn clue what you were talking about and after a quick google search I wish I could go back to that time. I do take solace however in the fact that all bumper stickers do help me identify the people whom I have no interest in ever interacting with.
That was an absolute roller coaster of emotions. You’ve got mail is GOAT and 90s Tom Hanks & Meg Ryan are an unbeatable combination. Fucking Tom Hanks + anything is an unbeatable combination.
Same. Mines a temp situation and in regards waiting for someone else’s lease to expire so I can move back into my old place. I still pay my parents rent but not an ideal situation and definitely not something that I cope to.
Vodka soda for the absolute win. I feel the bubbles and clear alcohol help with my aspiring rich trophy wife aesthetic. Vodka water for a hole in the wall/small town place, my aesthetic doesn’t go over so well there.
Oh man, this came on a 90s station I was listening to last week, exact same thoughts: totally could not make any fucking sense of these lyrics (although obviously fire song). Did however take personal irrational offence on the Chinese food hate, I’ve got my local place on whatever todays equlivant of speed dial is.
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Yikes, sharing a room with anyone other than a SO is a no go. I’ve gotten to live in some great cities with accommodation paid for by my company, without it you can’t live there unless you’re rich. That said, for NYC I would consider those conditions on a temp basis.
This is my logic too. I’m a fatty at heart but a fiscally conservative one, so adding in the price, tip and sales tax I’d rather just buy the damn cake at the store for the same price and know it’s ready for me at home because it’s not like they’re making that shit in house anyway. Plus then any awkward sexual sounding desert related noises are no longer public. And then this way you have an entire cake and come across as someone who in public is moderately healthy.
I know two whole phrases in Spanish: “Hello beautiful/handsome” and “listen here bitch”. Those coupled with the word Sangria got me around Barcelona just fine. I’m pretty sure this is also why other country’s hate tourists.
I’m on the reusable train myself. Using something like a yeti traveler also gives the luxury of ice water all day long and gives off more of a PM vibe than someone who ran into some gas station on the way to work -and plastic bottles are fucking up our environment. And there’s political issues regarding access to water in poor communities at the expense of bottled water companies like Nestle which are super fucking depressing. That said, when needed I definitely use plastic bottles.
But like, it is a whole level of douche to call someone out on using one. Especially a stranger. Absolutely needed to have his soul crushed on how leather is made.
I’m having PTSD flashbacks to university. First year roommate was definitely girl.
You’re clearly a psychopath
Didn’t have a damn clue what you were talking about and after a quick google search I wish I could go back to that time. I do take solace however in the fact that all bumper stickers do help me identify the people whom I have no interest in ever interacting with.
More of a JTT fan but I hear ya. 90s Tim Allen was great.
Yea, some of us are just too straight up self involved that relationships are an afterthought.
That was an absolute roller coaster of emotions. You’ve got mail is GOAT and 90s Tom Hanks & Meg Ryan are an unbeatable combination. Fucking Tom Hanks + anything is an unbeatable combination.
As someone who’s job is addressing customer complaints for a government based company I wish I could use the fire these guys had with their replay.
Mad power move on her part.
Sup?
20% into savings? Sup?
Same. Mines a temp situation and in regards waiting for someone else’s lease to expire so I can move back into my old place. I still pay my parents rent but not an ideal situation and definitely not something that I cope to.
Vodka soda for the absolute win. I feel the bubbles and clear alcohol help with my aspiring rich trophy wife aesthetic. Vodka water for a hole in the wall/small town place, my aesthetic doesn’t go over so well there.
Oh man, this came on a 90s station I was listening to last week, exact same thoughts: totally could not make any fucking sense of these lyrics (although obviously fire song). Did however take personal irrational offence on the Chinese food hate, I’ve got my local place on whatever todays equlivant of speed dial is.
Definitely one of the worst ones to try to put it it. Although I can’t imagine the stapler would be much fun either..
I read this as you have an actual boner for a piece of office equipment.
Legit have started deleting without reading ones from coworkers if I see a godawful font selection, thankfully my boss doesn’t pull this shit.