approaching vapid with periodic bouts of genius
IT'S A RACE AGAINST TIME!
AND ABOUT 10 OTHER PEOPLE!
MY FRIEND RYAN HAS okay I'll stop with the all caps because as intense as it is there's really no need.
My friend Ryan has what is basically a very large closet that he and his roommates have decided to rent out as a very small room for THREE HUNDRED AND FIFTY DOLLARS A MONTH!!! (I'm not sorry about those caps, dude. Not sorry at all).
If my fucking BOSS would PAY ME on TIME I'd be able to pay Ryan and secure my own, small 3x3 square foot patch of floor to call my very own and become a semi-grown-up again. I don't care that it's not big enough to fit a bed. I don't care that I have no idea who I'd be living with. This is beyond necessary for me. I MUST secure $350 from one of my bosses in the next 30 seconds (or at least before someone else signs a check), which will be difficult as it's 12:44am.
Please pray or wish or meditate or dedicate or whatever you do that I taste freedom soon? Please. PUHLLLEEEEEEEEEEAAAAASSSSSSEEEEEEE.
Oh, and for those of you know know and/or care? Brookline.