After reading, more or less, twenty articles about ‘how moving house was the most stressful thing you would probably ever do in your life’, you were weary whether to leave the comfort of your parent’s house and move into an apartment with a stranger. The thing that threw you over the edge, was waking up on a Sunday morning, your only day off, to your mother hovering at eight in the morning. Then and there, you knew you had to get out. You spent weeks searching through online and newspapers ads to find the perfect apartment close to where you work, and with a decent girl that wasn’t too loud or dirty. You went to a couple of showings, but it was either the room was too small, or your future roommate was creeping you out slightly.
(Raj:) -People Magazine is having a reception Saturday and i managed to get you invited. Of course, I couldn’t get you into the VIP section because, you know, that’s for VIPs, and you guys are just, you know, Ps.