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.
I had one of those, she would always update her status to her “friend purge” and congratulate everyone who “made the cut”. Few years passed and she tried to put together our 10-year reunion, I saw the FB photos: only 7 people plus a few random spouses and kids showed up despite her weekly FB emails begging everyone to join.
Hear ya. Canadian who lived in Hoboken for awhile, there’s a lot more going on south of the boarder and provided you don’t heavily require healthcare or social assistance (which most people in our demographic don’t) it’s way more fun. There definitely needs to be a work exchange program between the two like the countries in the EU do, the visa shit is absolute nonsense.
And a fucking Christmas engagement? I already don’t like her.
Also I feel if we’re gonna stereotype which gender knows the value of a ring more it’s probably the people shelling out for ring vs receiving it.
I used to beg my dad for family camping trips. His reply: “why the hell would soneons pay mortgage and utilities so they can not live in their home go out and live like a homeless person”. I need to call him up and thank him for this wisdom.
Had someone drop this line on me the other day. Started responding with “well…” before my filter kicked in.
My favourite is how they tell you they’re going elsewhere. 1) the company’s almost always too big to give a shit about one crazy high maintaince person. 2) the employes really are thrilled to not talk to you again and 3) unless your dad owns the company it’s not like the people who have to hear “the customer is always right” get fucking bonus at the end of every quarter anyway. Bottom of the todem pole = ultimate PGP
NYC > London by far.
Lived in NYC (okay, Hoboken tbh) for a year and despite it basically being like walking through a humid cloud of urine while seeing mentally unstable and Wallstreet douches everywhere it is still the best city in the world.
London (where I’m currently living) is like the poor-mans version of Manhattan. Only if you’re in the city Center it’s expensive af. And the accommodation is full of black mould, damp, smelly and just awful.
That said, there’s a soild line between taking one (okay three) key photos of a cool moment and filling your phone with multiple same moments. Enjoy. Take a killer insta, crop out the less than glamorous aspects. Then sit back and enjoy it more, I know some people who only document and never look at the shit they’re doing.
Pretty fucking solid other than the naive expectation sick view apartment in the Bay Area.
I remember dreaming of awesome loft apartments as a teen only to have a minor anxiety attack when I realized my money (read student loans) had to go towards nonsense like toilet paper. Which I obviously just stole from the university anyway..
Bless the Time’s announcements for making me feel both ridiculously unaccomplished in my “career” (trust me it needs those quotes right now) and pathetically single.
I’m a fan of the awkward guy. Yea it’s endearing which is kinda cute and all, but more importantly it gives you a free pass for anything awkward you do, AND puts you in the power position thus you win the date.
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I’m more exited than I should admit about PLANNING on buying new sheets.
Living the fucking dream.
I had one of those, she would always update her status to her “friend purge” and congratulate everyone who “made the cut”. Few years passed and she tried to put together our 10-year reunion, I saw the FB photos: only 7 people plus a few random spouses and kids showed up despite her weekly FB emails begging everyone to join.
Hear ya. Canadian who lived in Hoboken for awhile, there’s a lot more going on south of the boarder and provided you don’t heavily require healthcare or social assistance (which most people in our demographic don’t) it’s way more fun. There definitely needs to be a work exchange program between the two like the countries in the EU do, the visa shit is absolute nonsense.
And cue my anxiety level rising…
And a fucking Christmas engagement? I already don’t like her.
Also I feel if we’re gonna stereotype which gender knows the value of a ring more it’s probably the people shelling out for ring vs receiving it.
And you’re telling me you’re not gonna be riding a fucking jet ski on that vacation?
“Buy a lake house” yea, cause I’m for sure not in a financial state where I have to think twice about adding the guac.
Godspeed.
I used to beg my dad for family camping trips. His reply: “why the hell would soneons pay mortgage and utilities so they can not live in their home go out and live like a homeless person”. I need to call him up and thank him for this wisdom.
Had someone drop this line on me the other day. Started responding with “well…” before my filter kicked in.
My favourite is how they tell you they’re going elsewhere. 1) the company’s almost always too big to give a shit about one crazy high maintaince person. 2) the employes really are thrilled to not talk to you again and 3) unless your dad owns the company it’s not like the people who have to hear “the customer is always right” get fucking bonus at the end of every quarter anyway. Bottom of the todem pole = ultimate PGP
NYC > London by far.
Lived in NYC (okay, Hoboken tbh) for a year and despite it basically being like walking through a humid cloud of urine while seeing mentally unstable and Wallstreet douches everywhere it is still the best city in the world.
London (where I’m currently living) is like the poor-mans version of Manhattan. Only if you’re in the city Center it’s expensive af. And the accommodation is full of black mould, damp, smelly and just awful.
That said, there’s a soild line between taking one (okay three) key photos of a cool moment and filling your phone with multiple same moments. Enjoy. Take a killer insta, crop out the less than glamorous aspects. Then sit back and enjoy it more, I know some people who only document and never look at the shit they’re doing.
Boo
Fuck Kale.
Don’t salt my game deFries. Truth hurts.
Pretty fucking solid other than the naive expectation sick view apartment in the Bay Area.
I remember dreaming of awesome loft apartments as a teen only to have a minor anxiety attack when I realized my money (read student loans) had to go towards nonsense like toilet paper. Which I obviously just stole from the university anyway..
Bless the Time’s announcements for making me feel both ridiculously unaccomplished in my “career” (trust me it needs those quotes right now) and pathetically single.
I’m a fan of the awkward guy. Yea it’s endearing which is kinda cute and all, but more importantly it gives you a free pass for anything awkward you do, AND puts you in the power position thus you win the date.
If Stephanie can live 5 blocks from Bergdorfs she’s got family money. The only thing in that store I can afford the Kiehls lip chap.