“I met you in the rain on the last day of 1972, the same day I resolved to kill myself.”
When I was 19 and in my second year of college in New York, I was hell bent on having full financial independence as quickly as possible. I found myself perusing Craigslist for odd jobs and modeling gigs, and a vaguely-worded listing with a pay rate of $80/hour caught my attention.
Isn’t it sort of funny how the things we tell ourselves we’d never do because of our morals we end up loving in the end?
“Work hard, play hard: roommates: We work in finance and drink Bud Light Lime. We are terrible people. You should not live with us.
My current roommate brings out the bad side of me. It’s like every single day I have to suppress this anger of me wanting to punch her in the face.
Wow Buffalo, how racist can you get?
Eventually I got sick of throwing myself pity parties; I had to try something. Ahh, I thought. Craigslist is free — and anonymous.
As the year went on, I applied and waited for many places to accept me, but none of them did.
Whoever you are, you need to get tested. Now.
Hey there! I’m David, I’m 22 and I’m looking for an apartment. I’m currently living in the Boston area. For my rent I work as a psychology/psychiatric research analyst. I also do some writing and am always trying to do it more!