Ah, Thursday...it finds me in the fair town of Portland. Here for work and hope to add fun to the mix. Planned to go to the Franz Ferdinand show, but it turns out my friend, who I thought was getting tickets did not. Guess what, the show is sold out!
"Do you know any English?"
"Son of bitch, shit!"
Well take care, be well, do good work.
bb


"Do you know any English?"
"Son of bitch, shit!"
Well take care, be well, do good work.
bb

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She's pissed because I am only taking 12 credit hours as opposed to 16 and because I gave in and said I was going to graduate in 5 years instead of 4.
"This semester is not going the way I planned," she said.
WHAT THE HELL?! THE WAY YOU PLANNED?! I don't know what to do anymore.