it's not me, it's you
Wednesday, September 09, 2009 by jasmine
the title? my official stance on my last post. so i'm over it. dirt is officially off my my shoulder.
my dad put $60 in my account. he called this "a little bit" of money. i call this, "food for the next two-three weeks." jesus christ on a cracker, do i need a job. i am not meant to live like this. especially here. when one moves from a tiny college town to a big city, your baller status is supposed to elevate, not decline.
7 more days of interning. if i don't have a job by then....sup, lincoln memorial, i'm going to dive off you into the washington monument reflecting pool. and it will be glorious.
my dad put $60 in my account. he called this "a little bit" of money. i call this, "food for the next two-three weeks." jesus christ on a cracker, do i need a job. i am not meant to live like this. especially here. when one moves from a tiny college town to a big city, your baller status is supposed to elevate, not decline.
7 more days of interning. if i don't have a job by then....sup, lincoln memorial, i'm going to dive off you into the washington monument reflecting pool. and it will be glorious.
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