But then I realized that I hate like, half of my clothes. So I said "Forget about it!" in a Brooklyn, NY kind of accent.
Hmm.
Maybe when I have cuter clothes.
Which will be when I have more money.
Which will be when I am employed.
Which will be never unless I get some better interviewing skills.
OR apply to somewhere gross, like KFC, or Taco Bell.
...Blehh.
Meanwhile, please enjoy the latest installment of the Kid History series:
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