This town has, oh, one place that delivers that’s not pizza-related. Having take-out menus on the fridge makes me feel urban and hip. Don’t judge.
Also, if your picture is on my ‘fridge, it means I see you every day (on the ‘fridge)… so, I’m going to need a reminder to send an email or make a phone call.
Even though it’s generic grape flavored crystal light… I still refer to it as “purple drank”. And no, I don’t really know why there’s a packet of tabasco sauce there.
More gnomes than people live in this apartment.
We can’t afford much Starbucks at this stage in life, so most of the time, I bring my own tea bag and ask them to pour me some
scorching hot water in their fancy cups.
What, you don’t?