Slacker. I am such a slacker. So much to do, yet I find a way to put it all off. Or just half-ass it.
Remind me to closely read the return policy of all stores I go to, ESPECIALLY those little niche cute-stuff stores in the city. Otherwise I end up changing my mind on a purchase, wanting to return it, and then get stuck with store credit because, oh, they don't do returns.
How the hell am I supposed to live on 8 hours of work? All pricks at the Access Office need to be stabbed repeatedly with sporks.
Why oh why won't you guys call me back? Please. Pretty please? I can't afford my books!!
Die Hunter. Die.
Remind me to closely read the return policy of all stores I go to, ESPECIALLY those little niche cute-stuff stores in the city. Otherwise I end up changing my mind on a purchase, wanting to return it, and then get stuck with store credit because, oh, they don't do returns.
How the hell am I supposed to live on 8 hours of work? All pricks at the Access Office need to be stabbed repeatedly with sporks.
Why oh why won't you guys call me back? Please. Pretty please? I can't afford my books!!
Die Hunter. Die.