First month of living together was majorly stressful. Now, it seems like it was never any other way. Granted, it’s been less than a year, but I think we’ve argued about everything we could possibly argue about. With the cost of rent, if you know you’re in it for the long haul, why the hell not?
Ugh so, semi embarrassing story time…when I first moved to Chicago, like, my literal first day, it happened to be my birthday. Due to circumstances that would take too long to describe, I was having an awful day. Nervous about my living situation, jobless, among other things. Plus it was my birthday, which I normally love. I called my dad to vent and talk to maybe cheer myself up. While talking to him, I decided to escape my new apartment and walk down the street to a cool looking restaurant. As I approach the patio, I see someone outside smoking. I do a double take. It looks like a PGP guy. I was still relatively new to PGP, so I couldn’t be sure. I’m still on the phone, so I’m hanging around outside (a little teary if you must know) and simultaneously trying to look like I’m not staring at whomever it is. Then, a full group of guys walk out of the restaurant, and I see John Duda in an absolutely outrageous outfit. There’s no question it’s him and there’s no question who he’s with, especially once I realized y’all were on a trip to Chicago. I’m not kidding when I say I was so. excited. It was like seeing (quasi) celebs! There’s no real point to this story, except that you all brought some measure of joy to my life, and you will be missed. Hope you make your way back to Fatpour soon. Also sorry about being a creep.
YES BIRTHDAY MONTH! I have no shame. My birthday’s this month too, and I invited a bunch of friends to play flip cup and What Do You Meme. Ended the night with pizza and Super Smash Bros at my apartment. Then on my actual birthday, I went out to a nice dinner with my boyfriend. My mom’s coming into town later this month and taking me out to a nice dinner as well. Birthdays are what you make them.
I’m pretty shocked that you seem more offended if they’re living together/married…In my experience, Venmos were kept to a minimum pre moving in. Now, it’s inevitable. I’m all for a good time on vacations and dinners but stuff like groceries, rent, internet, if one of you NEEDS cable and the other one doesn’t care–it all adds up and should be split. Also, idk but maybe let people live??
I don’t think I’ll watch either. I wasn’t pleased with Arie but at least some crazy shit went down (sorry Becca). This is about to be so boring and uncomfortable for all.
I feel you on having limited kitchen space–it’s hard enough (for me) to cook alone and uninterrupted–but adding in a few roommates and a tiny kitchen, downright impossible. Something that’s helped me is not getting a full meal out for lunch.There’s a decent salad bar near me, and I know this is a little sad but sometimes I’ll get a side salad with avocado and salmon and veggies to go with my sandwich I brought or boring chicken breast. It’s under $5 and scratches the eat out itch AND it’s healthy-ish
My dad’s Catholic and made me go to mass when I was visiting him…we shotgunned a couple beers in the camper my aunt drove from Buffalo to Georgia before going inside, and I’ve never felt more alive/trashy. Getting up to pee twice during the sermon wasn’t my best look tho.
No, not what I meant. Yelling is not worse than shoving. It’s what I said–it bothers me that he put his hands on her and instead of immediately realizing that that is not ok, he continues to yell at her. I wouldn’t even trust a friend who did that to me, let alone someone I’m dating.
What concerns me more than the shoving is the part where you say he was yelling at you after he shoved you, and only “once he calmed down” he apologized. I can’t speak from personal experience, but that sounds like exactly how an abusive person operates. I can understand doing things in the heat of the moment, but the fact that he shoved you (definitely crossing a boundary there) and then yelled at you? I dunno, I don’t like that.
It’s all fun and games until you move into a place with a W/D combo. 1 load = 5 hours of wait time. I still love it infinitely more than schlepping to my old place’s disgusting basement, but it took some getting used to.
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First month of living together was majorly stressful. Now, it seems like it was never any other way. Granted, it’s been less than a year, but I think we’ve argued about everything we could possibly argue about. With the cost of rent, if you know you’re in it for the long haul, why the hell not?
Ugh so, semi embarrassing story time…when I first moved to Chicago, like, my literal first day, it happened to be my birthday. Due to circumstances that would take too long to describe, I was having an awful day. Nervous about my living situation, jobless, among other things. Plus it was my birthday, which I normally love. I called my dad to vent and talk to maybe cheer myself up. While talking to him, I decided to escape my new apartment and walk down the street to a cool looking restaurant. As I approach the patio, I see someone outside smoking. I do a double take. It looks like a PGP guy. I was still relatively new to PGP, so I couldn’t be sure. I’m still on the phone, so I’m hanging around outside (a little teary if you must know) and simultaneously trying to look like I’m not staring at whomever it is. Then, a full group of guys walk out of the restaurant, and I see John Duda in an absolutely outrageous outfit. There’s no question it’s him and there’s no question who he’s with, especially once I realized y’all were on a trip to Chicago. I’m not kidding when I say I was so. excited. It was like seeing (quasi) celebs! There’s no real point to this story, except that you all brought some measure of joy to my life, and you will be missed. Hope you make your way back to Fatpour soon. Also sorry about being a creep.
YES BIRTHDAY MONTH! I have no shame. My birthday’s this month too, and I invited a bunch of friends to play flip cup and What Do You Meme. Ended the night with pizza and Super Smash Bros at my apartment. Then on my actual birthday, I went out to a nice dinner with my boyfriend. My mom’s coming into town later this month and taking me out to a nice dinner as well. Birthdays are what you make them.
I just love that mom’s name is Cheryl. I have personal experience with a saucy Cheryl mom and this really does her justice.
I’m pretty shocked that you seem more offended if they’re living together/married…In my experience, Venmos were kept to a minimum pre moving in. Now, it’s inevitable. I’m all for a good time on vacations and dinners but stuff like groceries, rent, internet, if one of you NEEDS cable and the other one doesn’t care–it all adds up and should be split. Also, idk but maybe let people live??
Came here for Boom cup, the comments did not disappoint. Perfect for ganging up on one person all game
Only 10??
I don’t think I’ll watch either. I wasn’t pleased with Arie but at least some crazy shit went down (sorry Becca). This is about to be so boring and uncomfortable for all.
I feel you on having limited kitchen space–it’s hard enough (for me) to cook alone and uninterrupted–but adding in a few roommates and a tiny kitchen, downright impossible. Something that’s helped me is not getting a full meal out for lunch.There’s a decent salad bar near me, and I know this is a little sad but sometimes I’ll get a side salad with avocado and salmon and veggies to go with my sandwich I brought or boring chicken breast. It’s under $5 and scratches the eat out itch AND it’s healthy-ish
Yeah, she lost me there. I know it sucks, but you would save money AND have a higher grocery budget if you brought your lunch more days than not
Feels like you’re reading my mind…I was JUST talking about Benihana and how much I’m craving it
“whoever lands you is one lucky guy”
YOU COULD’VE BEEN THAT LUCKY GUY.
But really, my condolences. Sometimes the short relationships are the toughest, mentally.
I know this is a trash move but sometimes I’ll throw some ice in a red blend as well… I like my drinks cold, what can I say?
Tennessee Honey takes me to the backseat of a friend of a friend, racing down Lake Shore Drive blasting Coloring Book, right when it came out
My dad’s Catholic and made me go to mass when I was visiting him…we shotgunned a couple beers in the camper my aunt drove from Buffalo to Georgia before going inside, and I’ve never felt more alive/trashy. Getting up to pee twice during the sermon wasn’t my best look tho.
No, not what I meant. Yelling is not worse than shoving. It’s what I said–it bothers me that he put his hands on her and instead of immediately realizing that that is not ok, he continues to yell at her. I wouldn’t even trust a friend who did that to me, let alone someone I’m dating.
What concerns me more than the shoving is the part where you say he was yelling at you after he shoved you, and only “once he calmed down” he apologized. I can’t speak from personal experience, but that sounds like exactly how an abusive person operates. I can understand doing things in the heat of the moment, but the fact that he shoved you (definitely crossing a boundary there) and then yelled at you? I dunno, I don’t like that.
My best friend married a guy about twice her age. I’m very intrigued how it’s going to work out when they start having kids.
One of my favorite Broad City episodes pictured. “Yas kween, yas kween”
Trust me, the first time we saw the estimated time we did a double take…laundry is now usually done overnight.
It’s all fun and games until you move into a place with a W/D combo. 1 load = 5 hours of wait time. I still love it infinitely more than schlepping to my old place’s disgusting basement, but it took some getting used to.