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captain zoe:

--- Quote from: calenlass on 14 Jan 2008, 11:15 ---Hey rent for my cardboard box is expensive.

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Word.  Poor college kids unite!

Alex C:
It's sad, but yeah, I know exactly where tommy's coming from. The fact that you're dealing with an informal economy and have no real way to protect your interests other than opting out entirely or confrontation is for me the single biggest argument against drug use even if you do think you can handle your use fine. In such an enviroment sooner or later you're likely to meet someone who's going to be a dick about it, and I just don't think it's worth the aggravation even when things are going relatively smoothly, and that's even before you get to the part where people fuck up their priorities and become deadbeats. Mixing friendship with money matters is just bad in general.

Paav:
My friends and I try to live on an informal system of paybacks. They realize I make peanuts compared to them so they are nice enough to cover certain expenses when we hang out. There is no explicit repayments by me, though I do try to treat at less expensive venues. This seems to work fine and helps iron out some of the income differences between us.

SonofZ3:
My old roomie and I liked to drink a lot, and when we drank we liked to listen to Bush and Pearl Jam. We lived in college town appartments, the kind that had been inhabited by 1200 drunken idiots before us, and the stains on the walls and floor were just barely covered over with the latest coat of paint. These apartments were small, and the main attraction in our livingroom was a 32in Tube TV, not one those nice new flat ones. Besides weighing 500 lbs, this TV had the loudest speakers of any television I have ever heard, so we watched Bush and Pearl Jam DVDs on it, jumped around the livingroom, knocked shit off all the shelves, and basically had a great time. I had checked out a copy of "The Romance (or Tragedy, or something) or Tristan and Isolte" for a paper in Early British Lit, and one night my roomie decided it would be fun to take the book and jump up and hit the ceiling with it when we were rocking out. A couple weeks later we were partying with a friend of ours and were taking turns jumping up and hitting the ceiling with the book until we realized how ridiculous it was and started laughing. We ended up with a hole in the cieling and the poor book trashed so I had to pay for a new one for the library. I'm still not sure why we started smashing the book against the ceiling in the first place, but it sure was fun.

Caiphana:
I hate lending friends money. I've got a friend who owes me a hundred bucks. I haven't seen him in about a year, because I think he avoids me.. don't really blame him, as he owes me a hundred bucks. Oh well.

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