Dear Art Students,
If I must take classes in New Bedford (and I must), that means I must ride that god forsaken loop bus of doom. This of course means I must be sandwiched in between two of you if I want to get back to Dartmouth (and I must do that also).
The least you could do is muster up the energy to shower, you filthy emo maggot. If you can take the time to die that mop on your head an appropriate mold green color, you can take the time to not smell like sour milk.
Also don't read my fucking book over my shoulder. It's obnoxious.
Please and thank you,
Pam
The least you could do is muster up the energy to shower, you filthy emo maggot. If you can take the time to die that mop on your head an appropriate mold green color, you can take the time to not smell like sour milk.
Also don't read my fucking book over my shoulder. It's obnoxious.
Please and thank you,
Pam