I would’ve paid money to see the girlfriend’s face when she saw this.
“For $100/hour I will come to your holiday party dressed as the Elf on the Shelf and sit in any location you assign me while I stare emptily at your guests for the duration of the event.”
There is so much wrong with this story.
You and he ruined my life, stole the life I spent 15 years trying to built with him, destroyed my identity… I wish I could say I “wish you the best,” but it’s more like “I think you’re about to get what you deserve.”
“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?