Are you actually asking or…?
If you’re offerin’.
I got a text from an old friend only to get asked to do her calculus homework. And there i thought she actually wanted to check up on me. Like asking someone how’s their day. That’s not that hard, is it?
How’s your day? My day’s been going great, thanks for askin’. Could use a little bit of help on my calculus homework. By a little bit I mean, I need you to do all of it for me.
Going straight from school to work is going to be the death of me. I just want to be able to eat a substantial meal without having to worry about being late. Plus, when I don’t eat enough I start to get hungry and working at a delicious restaurant makes for a pretty big problem.
I don’t see a problem with sneaking bits of the customers’ food.
I kind of want to try a different color with my hair, but I’m not sure what route to take. Even though the summer makes me long to have blonde hair, it wouldn’t work with my light-olive skin tone, not at all. Anyone have any suggestions?
I’m thinkin’ blue would be hella kickass.
Yes, I’m going to be there. I wouldn’t miss it. I’m going to pay for it later on when my mother uses her babysitting to blackmail me and make me do as she wishes. But it’s worth it.
Save me a dance. Or at least a drink.
Tonight, there’s a beach bash. Should be fun, everyone’s invited. Drinks, sand, the ocean, food and music. What’s not to enjoy?
I’ll be seeing you there, yeah?
So is your attitude, kid.
Your originality is remarkable.
When you have to blow off the beach bash to study for an accounting exam…thank you, college education.
I’ll drink your share of alcohol.
So, I woke up Friday morning, grabbed a car and drove all the way to coachella. I’ve been sleeping in a shitty tent surrounded by strangers but can’t say that it’s not fun.
Give a buck every time you see a thot wearing a maxi skirt or a bra.