Does anyone else go onto their online dating profiles and swipe on a ton of people and get like no matches?
Or do you match with someone who think is great and you text for 3 weeks, have great chemistry, and make plans to meet up only to have them cancel and ghost?
What about when you finally do match with a bunch of people and send admittingly generic and not clever messages but still cute and never get a response?
So my thoughts on the Hamptons now that my weekend is coming to a close.
I would never come here on my own accord – coming with someone who already has a plan or a trip is great (aka me mooching off my roommates work trip). I say this because the Hamptons is oddly exclusive and weird. Everything is far apart (except for in Montauk where Uber’s are $10 no matter where you go). Side note for a tangent Uber’s here are so fucking expensive. Literally it costs almost the same to go to a different town 20 minutes away and to uber back to the city wtf.
Anyways it’s very vanilla here if you catch my drift and it’s gets a little old. An issue I have with all northeastern places is the beaches are shit. Not to sound spoiled but once you’ve been to any beach south of the mason Dixon you can’t go back. The food however is bomb af, service is great (you get what you pay for) there’s not a ton of hotels and there all kind of old ish and not super nice, like if you paid the same amount for a hotel here as you would in the city you’d be in an executive suite. ALSO there are too many kids here.
Overall I give it a 4/10.
Also look at this awesome photo of my solo breakfast the other day.
Someone take me back to Hoechella please, this New York cold is killing me 😩🙈
SO I just had to write this review at the tender hour of 10:17pm on a Monday night because I was about ready to flush my iPhone down the toilet until I spoke to the lovely Brent over at Apple (also big shout out to the Scottish/Irish man who helped me on Sunday).
Long story short, I got an iPad in 2013 for Christmas (literally besides my Beats headphones this was the best gift I’d ever gotten). I used it faithfully and merrily for 3 long and luscious years UNTIL January of 2017 when some fucker managed to hack into my iCloud account, change the primary email address and LOCK ME THE FUCK OUT. For 1 long strenuous year I was unable to use my beloved iPad and because the little ho-bag changed my security questions I couldn’t get in. But that all changed today, my sweet father (shout out to you Terry Washington) trekked his black ass up to Maryland, went to the Best Buy in Wheaton (don’t worry he was already up there for business) got my receipt and NOW after 374 long days of pain and suffering I’ve been reunited with my iPad (First World problems, I know). IN MY DEFENSE, I’ve been flying a lot lately (yes I hear how spoiled I sound with every stroke of the keys) and I just started watching this new Spanish telenovela called Velvet. Anyways, Apple Care was SO GOOD TO ME. So helpful even when I couldn’t fully explain myself, and they’re able to like remotely control your computer so that when you’re an idiot like me they can help you out faster.
The point is, I love Apple Care, fuck Android, Steve Jobs forever (only second to Wakanda)