If I didn't live in mortal fear of becoming a total loser...I would have gone to grad school, moved back in with my parents, and started putting on weight like it was a paying job. Right now, I would be sitting in
a mobile home my "temporary" housing on the family acreage with my jobless friends watching
The Effing
Matrix for the 50-bajillionth time, stuffing my face with cupcakes my mom baked and waiting for my hair to fall out.
Oh, wait...that was HIM.
Do I know who this is, because I think I do.
ReplyDeleteSounds about right.
ReplyDelete(I've witnessed too much grad-school-attendance-on-a-whim.)