That guy is a band called Too Many Zooz and can often be found performing in NYC subways with some other band members! :)

After waiting on groups of red hat ladies for a good portion of my early 20's, you’ll never, ever catch me sporting any combo of red and purple.

We used to have a code for our building until everyone gave it out to their friends and we developed a package theif.

Me too.

I’m on my phone and can only see the top three options.

Even the same style of pants in a different fabric or color can be completely different. My roommate bought pants in person. Didn’t try them on. They fit me. Not her. Free pants for me.

Even the same style of pants in a different fabric or color can be completely different. My roommate bought pants in…

I don’t trust sweaters in this cut. The flappy parts tend to get “stuck” on my thighs, which in turn adds bulk to the middle, which makes me look like tabloid fodder for the “Baby Bump?!?!” section.

I don’t trust sweaters in this cut. The flappy parts tend to get “stuck” on my thighs, which in turn adds bulk to…

this is incorrect... if you live in the building you're renting and it's under six units, you can discriminate for any reason at all, provided that you don't advertise it that way. Fucked but true. :) They tell you this in mandated continuing FHA classes.

I meant day to day as in not monthly expenses hahaha. Like... After I pay rent and other bills, my average weekly spend including metrocard and food, drinks, etc is $200.00.

It works out to about $425/week, I guess before taxes? Not sure how that works in England as far as payroll taxes go. Hmmmm... It’s not TERRIBLE but it’s certainly not amazing. I live in NYC and my day to day weekly spending is about $200 week including food. It probably would be doable and tolerable, if you didn’t…

That’s not cute at all. Fucking Halloween wigs! You know if it looks terrible in the pic it will look ten times worse in person.

The ink never becomes a part of your skin. It’s literally wedged underneath and the molecules that make up the ink are too large to be “washed out” through the bloodstream.

Have you heard of bumble? The women have to initiate contact, however, I feel like 90% of the men on the site were plants.

I’m having Jameson and gingers and replying from the Duane Reade whilst I await buying cigarettes (shhhh it’s my drinking habit) and I just found out the bartender I’m crushing on that I *thought* was crushing back on me is actually crushing on my friend.

That makes us Eskimo dream sisters.

Oh my god. You poor woman!!

I guess this one wad really the strangest, honestly, though, in a world where strangest also equals best...

My first sex dream: I was around 13. All beige room. Beige walls, beige mattress, beige sheets. Mattress was on the floor. Everything had a grimy vibe to it. Except Trent Reznor... He was wearing all black (I mean... Duh.) and he was apparently the answer that my teenage brain sought. I woke up sooooo confused about…

Oh. My. God.

I missed this one - but I have two to add, late in the game.