God and the mail man hate me
Okay, maybe not so much God; but the mail carrier totally does. He never brings me my packages, he leaves a cardboard peice of paper when I have mail that says "Hey, uh, your mail won't fit in the box, so come to the post office and carry it back to your room yourself, even though that is my job description since i am called a mail CARRIER!!" But noooo, just because they give us these tiny cubby holes with combo locks on em we become the mail carriers! I am not being paid to carry my own mail, bitch. Maybe I could go to the post office and tell someone else to carry it. I gotta find money. I'm thinking since alcohol isn't legal here, prostitution wouldn't be either, so there goes that idea. I only need $600, that is 1 trick. Just one, not like i'd be a career whore or anything. Just one hand job or something. Yeah, no one will pay that much for a hand job. I have to call some lady and bitch about how it isn't my fault that no one wants to share a room with me and stuff. I will right more when I'm a little more inebriated. That's right, i'm hanging out with the AOPi's tonight!