So. Like. I’m so over college. It’s not a safe place anymore. They. Like. Say mean things about my boyfriend’s man bun. And. Like. My Fifty Shades of Gray in the Context of Feminist Literature course got scrubbed. So. Now what? I have like loans to pay off. And. Like. No jobs for my major. Medieval womens’ studies. So. Like. Maybe I’ll join ISIS. I can travel and meet new people. Make a difference. But. Like. No hair salons. No Starbucks. Seriously. That sucks.
Maybe I’ll become a barista in Istanbul. Bon weekend.