Goodbye Chatty Cathy.
Goodbye MB.
Goodbye guy beside me who manages, against the laws of physics, to slurp solid food.
Goodbye dreads that leave me wide awake with acid reflux every Sunday night.
Goodbye Goodbye Goodbye.
I'm going to Grad School.
Suh. Weet.
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2 comments:
Excellent!
Are you going to leave in a flurry of swearing, middle fingers raised to all those who caused you mental anguish?
Thank you!
I believe I will quit via press release and bring a publicist with me, speaking only through him during my two week notice period.
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