I WANT TO KILL THINGS. I'M SO NOT KIDDING.
So today I walked ALL THE FUCK OVER DOWNTOWN AND CAMPUS, AND ALL I GOT WAS A BOOK FOR CLASS AND A STINGING EYEBALL FOR MY TROUBLE. I wanted to cash a check, and the bank was like, "Durh, you need an account with us first." MY ROOMATE DOESN'T HAVE AN ACCOUNT, YOU BASTARDS, AND YOU HELPED HER! WHAT THE HELL
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