The Big Fuck You
College is over and I am very relieved, about fucking time. The reason for the title is the assumed method of good-bye given out by the school. Julie and I were ready to check her out of her dorm room at about 2:30, the time that she had picked to check out. Of course, hence the title, the RA was not there. No RAs were there. Meanwhile, all of her stuff was being baked in the car. Finally, Adam showed up (at three fucking thirty). Adam was my RA, not Julie's. It took them 1 minute to check out and on our way we went. One hour to wait for one minute, I smell bullshit. Oh yeah, I also saw Dane. That stupid fuck. And Creepy Adam had to talk to me too, "If I don't see you over the summer, have a good one." You won't see me over the summer Creepy Adam, because I live in Arizona and you live in fucking Connecticut, idiot. All of these events lead to a big metaphorical middle finger. It is as if the entire eight-story administration building was flipping me the canary. Well you know what, fuck you too. Fuck you.