If you put everything all post grads hate about society right now (i.e. vegans, hipsters, longboards, Jordan Rogers, gluten-free, expensive drinks, not brunching, etc) into a person, that person would be you.
First, it would be things about him being blessed every time he snapped a picture with Lyla or Tim or every time he got a scholarship offer in the mail. And then he’d snap something pre / post-game with the team in the locker room. And post-injury, he’d snap about rehab.
Andrew Luck: Came in having to fill the shoes of a beloved office lifer. Has the same potential as the guy before him, but has a tendency to throw away the same amount of deals he closes in a year.
Robert Griffin III: When comparing resumes, people were torn b/w this guy and Luck. This guy closed hella deals his first year, but just has not been in the office enough to produce lately. Moved to the Cleveland branch in order to try and resurrect his promising career
Can’t forget the loud-talkers who insist on socializing between sets, with their headphones on, basically screaming at one another so they can hear themselves speak.
$50-$60 limit. Shows you’re willing to spend, but not trying to show off. Everyone knows we’re on a budget here, it’s no secret. At least she’ll know you’re financially responsible.
As a 24 year old, recent law school graduate, 95% of my friends who worked immediately after undergrad are either 1) married, 2) in long-term relationships, or 3) constantly dating / yearning for “the one”. I honestly just can’t wrap my head around sharing my bed, my time, and (some of) my money with some one long-term right now. There are just selfish acts that those of us in our Mid-20’s should be act upon without being looked at like we’re sad, lonely, lost puppies with no hope.
Until about last year, I had an untouched, dusty section of Abercrombie, Hollister, American Eagle, and every clothing brand which is now wrong with America in my closet at my parents house. Literally, just sat there and hadn’t been touched since I graduated high school in 2009. I had to finally throw them all in multiple trash bags and donate them all back to my high school because every time I looked them, it just reminded me of what an insufferable douche I was back then.
Speaking as someone graduating law school on Thursday, feel free to buy three years by going this route, but if you’re smart, you’ll find an dual-degree MBA program to cram with it, buy another year, and you’re not stuck with actually being a full-fledged lawyer, but instead just a JD/MBA if you don’t feel the need to go that route.
You just think they’re “assholes” because you seem like an unbearable human being and they have no desire to spend any time with you.
-Sent from my Macbook with Facebook open on my iPhone, Twitter open on my iPad, and YouTube on the AppleTV
If you put everything all post grads hate about society right now (i.e. vegans, hipsters, longboards, Jordan Rogers, gluten-free, expensive drinks, not brunching, etc) into a person, that person would be you.
Jason Street
First, it would be things about him being blessed every time he snapped a picture with Lyla or Tim or every time he got a scholarship offer in the mail. And then he’d snap something pre / post-game with the team in the locker room. And post-injury, he’d snap about rehab.
Andrew Luck: Came in having to fill the shoes of a beloved office lifer. Has the same potential as the guy before him, but has a tendency to throw away the same amount of deals he closes in a year.
Robert Griffin III: When comparing resumes, people were torn b/w this guy and Luck. This guy closed hella deals his first year, but just has not been in the office enough to produce lately. Moved to the Cleveland branch in order to try and resurrect his promising career
“so, like, you don’t like have anything, do you?”
Waffle House: Cheap, trashy, but always satisfying.
Can’t forget the loud-talkers who insist on socializing between sets, with their headphones on, basically screaming at one another so they can hear themselves speak.
I’m studying for the Bar right now. Fucking shoot me.
You still probably have syllabus day too, don’t you?
$50-$60 limit. Shows you’re willing to spend, but not trying to show off. Everyone knows we’re on a budget here, it’s no secret. At least she’ll know you’re financially responsible.
You’ve obviously never been to a Nashville Sounds game.
I’m also studying for the bar. And I’m not, but should be, listening to some sort of lecture right now. #PGP
Barbri won’t help you have a clue about things either. (See Rule Against Perpetuities)
Snitches get stitches.
As a 24 year old, recent law school graduate, 95% of my friends who worked immediately after undergrad are either 1) married, 2) in long-term relationships, or 3) constantly dating / yearning for “the one”. I honestly just can’t wrap my head around sharing my bed, my time, and (some of) my money with some one long-term right now. There are just selfish acts that those of us in our Mid-20’s should be act upon without being looked at like we’re sad, lonely, lost puppies with no hope.
Until about last year, I had an untouched, dusty section of Abercrombie, Hollister, American Eagle, and every clothing brand which is now wrong with America in my closet at my parents house. Literally, just sat there and hadn’t been touched since I graduated high school in 2009. I had to finally throw them all in multiple trash bags and donate them all back to my high school because every time I looked them, it just reminded me of what an insufferable douche I was back then.
Speaking as someone graduating law school on Thursday, feel free to buy three years by going this route, but if you’re smart, you’ll find an dual-degree MBA program to cram with it, buy another year, and you’re not stuck with actually being a full-fledged lawyer, but instead just a JD/MBA if you don’t feel the need to go that route.
Everything is better, or can become progressively better, with complimentary booze.
They really did find love in a hopeless place.
Does the “willing to lie about how we met” also apply to Bumble BFFs?
“Damn girl, you sure can put it away.” -Terry Crews’s character from White Chicks