Are we still fighting? Yes.
Finish work at 3:30pm and head to the pub with some mates…plan on just having a couple turns into $550
A carton of milk has gone off in my fridge in the time it’s taken her to pull the first-date trigger…
“Hit the back of the car in front while texting”
“I wouldn’t even pay my own Mum’s ransom if it was $60. Though, in this case it was awkward to refuse, so I paid.”
I thought this would be fun, but I feel like a bad person.
It’s a stupid idea, but I’m trying this new thing with my boyfriend where I just let him make the mistakes and then realise that I’m smarter than him later.
Note: When you meet a guy that is using only 1 of the 8 buttons on his shirt. Chances are, he is bad news.
“Today is ‘date day’ 1, of the 2 I have this week. I am running late, about to order an UBER when I see a cab. More expensive… but what can you do: $27”
It’s my friend’s birthday, so we decide to go to a bar that I can not afford food at.
How did she spend $654.50 in a week?
What I have learnt is that during any prolonged hook-up there is a passive aggressive battle for housing dominance.
Feels: OMG… $$**234qer!!!
This makes me so sad. And no, I’m not talking about the ‘Deliveroo waiting time is 45 minutes and I am struggling with the most anxiety filled hangover ever’ sadness. I am talking about real sadness.
The $$$ tally of a (bad) date, a (regrettable) new hobby and too much food.
“Wednesday night: I caught up with a friend, over 3 bottles of wine”
Feels: Sad. And alone.
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