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Just your average 20-year old American girl, living in New Zealand, eating peanut butter out of the jar, and listening to the same song on repeat for days and days...

Monday, April 6, 2009

Desperate Apartment-girlfriends

I never thought I'd be the first of my girlfriends to have a serious relationship to the point of moving in with a guy. Turns out, at the fantastic age of twenty and 1 month, I am.

We live in a tiny apartment on the top floor of a great building downtown. Location is great, apartment is great, furniture is great, and living with him is great; I just can't stand being so damn domestic. It's like I'm one of these women...


http://www.tvfanatic.com/images/gallery/desperate-housewives-cast.jpg Except not as sexy.

And my life isn't nearly as dramatic or eventful. Also, I can't bake pie. But other than that, I'm just like a younger, unmarried, apartment version of the stereotyped, frustrated, cooped up women who try to balance their social lives, being sexy, school and work, with the grocery shopping, laundry, meal fixing and general housekeeping.

It's hard work. I don't know how most women do it. To me, it's no wonder most women gain weight, or let the house get dirty, or, in the extreme cases, murder their husbands and run away with the postman.

I know I have it easy compared to the women with 3 kids, a full time job, and a huge house, but I guess it's just a simple matter of getting used to growing up. These are the things women have to deal with on a daily basis. So why not start when you're 20? Right?