5. The AC flooded my room.
4. My room is flooded and my mom can't call a plumber to clean it up.
3. My room is flooded.
2. My room smells like a moldy dog because it is flooded.
1. I have as much freedom as before, but less money.
Reasons I Like Being an Adult:
5. I ate too many nachos at Nellie's.
4. Someday, my room will not smell like mold.
3. I get to go to luncheons with congressmen.
2. Coryn rolled down a hill.
1. Zac Efron is of age.
I saw Aretha Franklin perform for the Fourth of July festivities on the West Lawn. I almost cried. I am way too flamboyant. I couldn't help it. She started singing "R-E-S-P-E-C-T" and I almost broke down. Saw a little Barry Manilo, too. He wore a white blazer. Of course.
I've been listening to such mellow music lately. I think it's mostly because my room smells like dog and otherwise I couldn't sleep. It is awful. Someone killed a dog and buried him in my carpet. My bedroom is gorgeous and amazing (covered in flowers and pink things) and flooded. It's like God gets a kick out of my dramatic, flamboyant nature.
Still no job. Being a slave has its perks. No taxes, for example. Also a perk: haven't had a mosquito bite in almost a week! I kill every mosquito I see. I think they know that I have declared war on their kind, and this war does not need congressional approval.
I love you all. I will try to keep you updated. Sorry for the lack of wit. I am tired and moldy.
