I don’t know why I still bother checking the mailbox. I know that there’s no letters or postcards. It’s just bills, coupons and junk mail. There isn’t anything fun unless it’s your birthday week or Christmas time. At least then you can expect cards and checks and well wishes. The only reason to check the mailbox these days is to make sure you don’t have any late fees for ignoring bills.
Critically Rated at 7/17
Written, Rated, and Reviewed by Brendan H. Young
So my roommate is one of my best friends since high school. I’ve known him for more than ten years and have lived with him for five years. He’s the same age as me, give or take a few months. We grew up in the same town, in the same time, with the same people. And somehow he never learned that bills aren’t optional. When the cable company sends you a bill, you have to pay that shit if you want to keep watching TV. That’s how it works. If you want to have a roof over your head, you need to pay fucking rent. I don’t make the rules. But I follow them. Because I like having a roof over my head and I like watching TV.
Critically Rated at 8/17