Seems to me that the only thing we’ll be shaboinking is pixels on the screen, and a date would be something like sitting on the roof of a rented car and drinking some high-fructose McFlurry.
Seems to me that the only thing we’ll be shaboinking is pixels on the screen, and a date would be something like sitting on the roof of a rented car and drinking some high-fructose McFlurry.
I miss living alone. My family put in so much work getting out of rundown apartments and near-tenement conditions that going back to it genuinely makes me want to tear my dreads out; like-- I know it’s a fantasy but I was raised to see the conditions we escaped as ‘failure’. I can’t stand that feeling.
tbf those apartment communities were probably designed to contain and exploit, not to house.