get rich or die trying to graduate from college
nothing will fuck up your twenties more than thinking you’re supposed to have your shit together.
Kevin went to the store and I told him to get me beer. I also told him to snag me an oatmeal pie. I get there, and he’s making me homemade fucking tacos, he’s gotten me Blue Moon AND SweetWater Blue, and on the table is an entire box of oatmeal pies as well as a box of honey buns. Like I kind of hate him because he’s making me obese, but holy shit he’s so thoughtful and amazing.