As many of you may know, summer is waiting behind our entrance doors, probably holding a green corsage; he’s wearing a tuxedo. I am not one to mock (ok, yes I am), but someone should film this: I’m about to leave out the back door. Because, yes, of course, I’m not sure I want summer to be there. I’m very scared, as most of us are, of getting a summer job.
Well, life has a price and to pay it, you have to work…or so they say, but getting a a life was easy…getting a job should be…right?
You work all your life and one day you die, basically. So what’s the point, really? Kiddo, that’s for you to discover. I just think if were gonna live in such a shitty world, might as well have a little fun. So I’m raising money (with some chance a lot of money) to go to Amsterdam this summer. Maybe, just maybe, I’ll go to prom to… but that’s a whole other story.
So if any of you have a job offer, I don’t care. I don’t know you! Freaks.
