FINALLY coming fucking HOME tomorrow! Yay!
I am not counting how much money the American government now owes me (yes, I said it and I'll stick to that), for changing plane stuff, trains between Bern and Geneva, and just general pain and suffering for having to put up with god damn French people.
Because I can't think of any other way to take the last few days' frustration out, except one:
I forgot that fat (not overweight, fat) people existed...until I went to the American embassy. Take that, bitches. Window only open from 9am to 11:30am "for security reasons" my ass. My THIN, SPECTACULAR, NOT-USING-PARANOIA-OF-ANONYMOUS-DARK-LOOKING-FOREIGNERS-AS-AN-EXCUSE-FOR-MY-SHORTCOMINGS, 20 year old ass.
Booyah, etc.
This week, I discovered why people bomb embassies. It's not because they hate America. It's because they hate the American service. And maybe fat people.
Because I can't think of any other way to take the last few days' frustration out, except one:
I forgot that fat (not overweight, fat) people existed...until I went to the American embassy. Take that, bitches. Window only open from 9am to 11:30am "for security reasons" my ass. My THIN, SPECTACULAR, NOT-USING-PARANOIA-OF-ANONYMOUS-DARK-LOOKING-FOREIGNERS-AS-AN-EXCUSE-FOR-MY-SHORTCOMINGS, 20 year old ass.
Booyah, etc.
This week, I discovered why people bomb embassies. It's not because they hate America. It's because they hate the American service. And maybe fat people.