“First generation college grad” is what my diploma should say, instead it currently reads “graduated with my BA in communications and I can drink my weight in Grey Goose.” My greatest accomplishment yet. This "official" document proving to the world I can handle four more years of school and only come away with the knowledge of movie quotes, rap verses and the year of a Ford Mustang based on the taillights should come in handy at some point. The simple things in life that used to make me proud; burning my forearms on espresso-machine steam wands, selling adults clothes made for an infant, and cleaning up people’s sweat in a facility for lighted coffins. It’s marvelous; I belong right up there with the Surgeon General and all of “his” warnings. I must get my manipulative wit from my. "minor in political science." There is no other explanation really. (PS. Why can't I EVER spell explanation? Stupid red squiggles save my LIEf on the daily.)xx Your LIEfer
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