Alright, so you're in your twenties. This means: you're young, you're hot, you're broke, you're just entering the workforce, you're terrified and you're life is basically a crap shoot of trying to keep it together.
Here's some things you're beginning to realize:
You can totally hand wash your silk shirt in your Tupperware.
You hate everyone who has their shit together, especially if they're younger than you.
Every load of laundry, no matter how long it's been since your last wash, can fit into one load (when you visit home you're parents are like, "Steph, I know it says 'Large' on the settings but that was way more than large." And you're all like, whatevs you guys aren't used to having to fork over $5 every wash and dry).
Netflix is the best invention. Ever. You've also gotten really good at finding current shows online--in fact you've got the daily schedules down to a science.
Reading the magazine covers while in the line at Stop n' Shop is totally the same thing as buying them.
Coffee is the most critical resource in your arsenal.
You're college clothes are way too slutty for your new job/internship (a fantastic excuse to go shopping).
Makeup out of the 98 cent bin is just as good as the 23 dollar stuff from Sephora--like seriously have you seen the prices in there?
Your roommates don't care that you're home and can hear their sex noises through the 3 mm thick wall.
You only need $60 a week for groceries, but at least $75 a week for clothes and cafe bagels and your favorite iced vanilla latte.
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