delivering papers would be more fun if the papers were on fire.
Doing the papers a few days ago was the biggest waste of time and attention ever. 8 houses, spread over the far corners of the neighborhood, and not a barking dog for miles. And the wild thanks for bringing the news? Nonexistent. I've received more gratitude for punching someone than I did for delivering the paper. My monetary compensation will probably be so dismal that it will put me in debt.
Now its off to Lamestop. Maybe I can poke a few holes in someone else's dream. That always cheers me to no end.
Now its off to Lamestop. Maybe I can poke a few holes in someone else's dream. That always cheers me to no end.