I've been living with my partner for just over a year now. I've loved every second of it, but I'm starting to think the attic space we share is actually on another plane entirely. Every time you walk up the haphazardly narrow stairs you're actually walking into a new reality. This reality is parallel to ours and the only difference is every 5 minutes you lose a random item. I used to think, before moving in, that it was crazy how often my partner lost shit. Now it's been 5 hours since either of us have seen the TV remote and I'm about to call up the milk carton factory with a photo in hand
Dude I just fucking reached behind me and found it. I swear to God something took it and put it there. There's no fucking way
it's gone again.














