Ty: Why is there a mop bucket in here? Me: Three guesses. Ty: Someone puked. Me: Guess again. Ty: Someone pissed on the floor. Me: One more. Ty: Oh, the toilet overflowed. If it hadn’t been Centennial Weekend I would have guessed that first.
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I’ve been working on this rolling existential funk since, well, since school started, I guess. It’s really starting to get annoying. There are places I want to go, things I want to do, but here I sit, waiting for my life to start. Of course, I’ll graduate in debt, so there will immediately be a […] |
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