Requests for the universe
I need to go here more often, yes.
I'm applying for a job to 'create a visual identity for an up-and-coming movie, something in the style of 'Prince of Persia' or 'The Mummy'. YES. I'll take that, please. Especially since I've reached a new low of $30 in my bank account. That and a cup of joe will get me about a tank full of gas. Kind of. So yeah, please hire me. PLEASE!
Also, sws requirements. You can fuck right off.
Fuck: I can write just fine, thank you. I can also tie my own shoes.
Right: You told me my art history I took two years ago counted and then it didn't.
Off: I am not adding a class to my three capstones plus another art history.
Neumatic device stolen from Yatzee. ( I said I could write, not spell).
Friends: Buddies oh pals. I miss you in a way that makes me a depressed heap of person; a waste if one has to come up with half of their senior show because there will be no bloody time before the end of October.
And yes, one for the padres: you're stifling me. BACK OFF. don't tell me I'm an adult and turn around and treat me like a kid. I love you, but it's very hard to like you sometimes. I just want out. Please stop pointing out vacancies that are five miles from our house. The point is to move awaaaay. Far ....FAAAR....away. I'm sick of moving in and out for school, I'm sick of trying to fit two lives into one room, I'm sick of having to work for you inmy spare time. I appreciate everything you've done for me and I know I have no right to complain. But I'm 23. I can make my own decisions.
Ehem, yeah: JAFAX is anon yet again and I will welcome the break with relish. Hopefully the kind of relish that comes on an Ultradog.
I'm applying for a job to 'create a visual identity for an up-and-coming movie, something in the style of 'Prince of Persia' or 'The Mummy'. YES. I'll take that, please. Especially since I've reached a new low of $30 in my bank account. That and a cup of joe will get me about a tank full of gas. Kind of. So yeah, please hire me. PLEASE!
Also, sws requirements. You can fuck right off.
Fuck: I can write just fine, thank you. I can also tie my own shoes.
Right: You told me my art history I took two years ago counted and then it didn't.
Off: I am not adding a class to my three capstones plus another art history.
Neumatic device stolen from Yatzee. ( I said I could write, not spell).
Friends: Buddies oh pals. I miss you in a way that makes me a depressed heap of person; a waste if one has to come up with half of their senior show because there will be no bloody time before the end of October.
And yes, one for the padres: you're stifling me. BACK OFF. don't tell me I'm an adult and turn around and treat me like a kid. I love you, but it's very hard to like you sometimes. I just want out. Please stop pointing out vacancies that are five miles from our house. The point is to move awaaaay. Far ....FAAAR....away. I'm sick of moving in and out for school, I'm sick of trying to fit two lives into one room, I'm sick of having to work for you inmy spare time. I appreciate everything you've done for me and I know I have no right to complain. But I'm 23. I can make my own decisions.
Ehem, yeah: JAFAX is anon yet again and I will welcome the break with relish. Hopefully the kind of relish that comes on an Ultradog.