we need to talk. I have papers to write and a test to study for. These late night meetings have to stop. I know, we have fun and we seem to have a lot of things in common, but I just can’t do it anymore. I’m sorry.
I don’t know why, but this is not acceptable. I should have been paid twice by now. I brought it up to my boss and he said he it might be because I just got back, but this is TWO paychecks I’ve missed now. I’m so broke I can’t even buy my last book. I couldn’t go home if I wanted to. This is not funny anymore. They. Need. To. Pay. Me.
Last night I made out with two people, kissed 8 more, slapped two people(not the one’s I made out with), got tackled, smoked two blunts, drank half a bottle of tequila, bit a bunch of people, lost my shoes and came home with a sombrero on. I’d say it was a successful night.