isn't only a fantastic tv show.
My fellow early twenty-something's and I have it bad. All I want to do is drink with my roommates and buy clothes to party in. I have a bachelor's degree in classical music and no desire to pursue any sort of career other than waiting tables at a dive bar/deli.
Actually, that's not true. If someone were to walk up to me and say, "Hey there, little lady, any interest in an acting job?" I would be either totally pumped or incredibly nervous that this perv was going to cut me into bits and feed me to his pet iguana.
Being a real adult is hard. Toilet paper no longer just magically appears under the sink cabinet... you have to like, go to Target and purchase it, then put it under the sink yourself. It is not fun to buy things like toilet paper, paper towels, and laundry detergent. And seriously, it's a cosmic joke that you have to pay money to obtain paper to wipe your own butt with. Some things in life should simply be free.. like TP and coffee.
In other news my roommates and I saw a peeper last night. Hindsight being 20/20 we should have like... told someone... but no harm (except mentally), no foul (except it was). Hope we don't run into Mr. Grabby again.