Talking about money frustrates me.
Especially because I have none...
I almost cried for no reason, while discussing money with my parents.
I NEED A JOB.
Jesus God, why am I so stressed?
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2 comments:
ellen meyer, two words, organized crime. i can totally see you getting mad rich from being the double x chromosome version of al capone.
hahah brian clarkston... you're the best.
excellent ideas.
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