Were you expecting this to be yet another post about how emo I am about law school bullshit?
Well then, you would be right. Just in case you missed it, nearly all things related to law school, my part in it, and the spectre of future lawyering make me feel panic and despair. I have turned to online shopping to remind myself of the incentive to do this. This is so much less glamourous than cutting that maybe I should revisit the emo label. I do drink sometimes when I’m feeling particularly awful; maybe that gives me more dramatic credibility. On the other hand, my drink of choice tonight was, like, pink margaritas, so, you know, I’m just all-around lame.
You’re killing me smalls. Pink Margaritas? Lame. However, just remind yourself of Ajijic, Mexico. I’m for reals yo, we are going, and we are going to live there, and it is going to have to be off your money cause I will be po for life (thank you worthless graduate degree).