by Brittany High
Yes you may have seen this. But c’mon, you and I both know that one of my favorite pastimes is
fantasizing about choking out my shitty roommate until his eyes roll back in his dumpy head manually popping an endless amount of those bubble wraps in the package I get when my great aunt sends me a vase or some other useless thing in the mail. Which reminds me — I don’t need a vase for my apartment. I live in my car! Alls I need a few sheets of bubbles to pop when I want to. You know what I’m sayin’? First world problems, that’s what I’m sayin’.