Sooo…bout that community service Ms. PO // 3rd August 2010
Dear Probation Officer:
I would be doing my community service, IF the bus station didn’t turn me down every time I showed up. Thanks for sending me to a sexist place to do my Community Service. Awesome.
Do you know how frustrating it is to take time out of my day, show up somewhere, waste my goddamned gas to get there, and then that person be like, “Oh. You can’t work today.” I don’t think I’ve ever been so frustrated. I take that back, I have been. When I went to go pay my rent yesterday and I kept forgetting the cards at the apartment. That was a disturbing experience. I don’t think I’ve EVER cussed that many people out while driving.
Went to pay my light bill. Unfortunately, the electric company sucks. I have an over due bill and couldn’t pay it today because it wasn’t showing up in the systems. Let’s give a hand to Georgia Power Company! Hooray.
I feel like every time I give my money to the man, I get royally fucked in the ass. So here is my proposal: I’m going to keep giving money to the man and get anally fucked at least nine times a semester. I guess since The Man gives me money, that means he can take it away at will.
Question: How do I have a medical bill of almost 200 dollars if I had insurance when I went?
Answer: Because America hates me.
Fuck being a college student. Fuck being poor. And damn being a writer, because unless I remain a college student for 6 more years, I’m never going to to have ANY money. And when I start making money, I have to give it back to The Man for student loans.
What a vicious cycle.
But I suppose that’s what I get for following my dreams.