“How could I love someone enough to give up 97% of my bathroom counter space and start fishing baseball-sized gelatinous hairballs out of the shower drain every week?”
I’m dealing with this without the love. More enraging, but at least it leaves Monte Cristo murder plots on the table.
What about on the floor in one room with two friends in a studio.
I shared a studio apartment with two friends in the last Beatnik suburb in Sydney.
It was called Glebe, we were there for its last days.
It was a classic NZ immigrant apartment. Three mattresses on the floor.
Weights bench. Surfboards, Blender for protein shakes.
Bodybuilder magazines everywhere and a system for when one of us had a girl over.
This system was for the other two guys to ashamedly go out and stay out till midnight watching movies and drinking tea in a cafe because I was the only one of us that seemed to have any romance in my rad life.
The last place I lived alone had an air mattress, and lawn furniture. It also may or may not have had first class blankets from the airline I worked for being used as blackout curtains.
I'm so glad the "roommate era" has been left in the dust for me. I don't think I want to do that ever again.
“How could I love someone enough to give up 97% of my bathroom counter space and start fishing baseball-sized gelatinous hairballs out of the shower drain every week?”
I’m dealing with this without the love. More enraging, but at least it leaves Monte Cristo murder plots on the table.
Hairballs in the shower drain will do that to you. The plot begins with contaminating the avocado facial masks...
What about on the floor in one room with two friends in a studio.
I shared a studio apartment with two friends in the last Beatnik suburb in Sydney.
It was called Glebe, we were there for its last days.
It was a classic NZ immigrant apartment. Three mattresses on the floor.
Weights bench. Surfboards, Blender for protein shakes.
Bodybuilder magazines everywhere and a system for when one of us had a girl over.
This system was for the other two guys to ashamedly go out and stay out till midnight watching movies and drinking tea in a cafe because I was the only one of us that seemed to have any romance in my rad life.
Great system.
Getting married and living with a spouse is amazing. Kids ruin everything. You've been warned.
The last place I lived alone had an air mattress, and lawn furniture. It also may or may not have had first class blankets from the airline I worked for being used as blackout curtains.