Pretty sure I’d jump on the opportunity to be Paris’s bff. Imagine… five star hotels, making out with celebrities, designer clothes… I’m practically swoooooning. Pick me pick me pick me.
I came home from work today and there was a big, fat, brown envelope waiting for me on the deep freeze. I opened it up, unfolded it delicately, and started gagging. The first line read:
“It is time to start repaying your student loans.”
The proceding letter was filled with interest rates and fancy words and confusing equations that I’ll never understand. Honestly, I need to be an accountant to understand this stuff.
I made tuna casserole tonight, it turned out fantastic despite me buying the wrong kind of noodles and frozen veggies. I am slowly expanding my culinary horizons. Maybe boys will like me.