I'm just working here till a good fast-food job opens up. I'm trying to imagine you with a personality. A cubicle is just a padded cell without a door. You're standing in my aura. I can't remember if I'm the good twin or the evil one.
Adults are just kids who owe money.
I just want revenge. I work 40 hours a week to be this poor. You say I'm a bitch like it's a bad thing. Too many freaks, not enough circuses. Well, yes and no.