My gots
First, I’ve got angry. With the banking system. I am a minority that doesn’t fit into the banking system. Dear bank, you suck. I wanted to write a letter to you, to scold you for not wanting my money and my business, for making me wait, for building frustration inside me.
Then, I’ve got the funniest love message. In Bearish. I am not going to publish it. It’s going to be my secret. Baby, I love you. You make me smile. You make me laugh. You are all I want.
And then I’ve got so shit-faced, the hungover woke me up at six. I have been writing messages since, and I might finally write a post in Romanian for this meme. Of course, I will be late for work, as always. The good thing is whenever I get shit-faced I am funny. Or at least that’s what I think. I mean funny ha-ha, not funny weird. The floor is open, if anyone begs to differ.
