I am merely a conjoined twin.
A smelly, unshowered conjoined twin.
I'm getting to the point in my life where I've stopped caring that I don't shower everyday. I think this is a sign for "I need to get my shit together." Because you
see, I'm not showering because I don't have shit to do, nowhere to be, no one to see.
And can someone tell me how in the world Kendall hires the most ornery, pissed off,
and all around rude people who never know what they're doing to work there? Do you have to put that on your resume to even be considered? I get a call today from some
guy from student services, and the first thing out of his mouth is,
"Do you plan on receiving credit for your internship this summer?"
"Um...yeah, why?"
"Because we haven't received any of your paper work even though we really have, but we don't train anyone who works here on what to do when I decided I wanted to go on vacation the week everything was due and I'm a stupid poopy head who probably hasn't been laid in a long time....blah blah blah..."
Yes, that's what he really said.
Just when I thought I was done with all this "college" stuff.
I wish I had legs and moves like Cyd Charisse.
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did i ever tell you that if i could re do my life, when i was 6 and first sat on a pony, i would get back off and go take dance lessons.
and i would have spent all of this time and put it into dancing and singing and would probably be in theater school and making plans for going to new york.
i still think about doing it sometimes, but i just don't have the training. it would be so amazing though.
sorry that''s me i forget to switch
yeah it did it again
me me
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