(This is all satire by the way I wrote this at 3am with no clue what I was doing)
Okay, where do I begin! Dad just bought me this cool journal to "keep my mind off things". Which I think is pretty cool. Anyways, I'm graduating from college tomorrow. I can't wait to live a long, great, and healthy life now that I'm educated.
Dads been hanging out with Mr. Laurens a lot more that usual. Sometimes moms mad about it but she can't do anything about it because women don't have rights right now. Ha! Stupid Eliza.
Anyways... I have been putting my French lessons to good use by talking to this guy that eats our trash sometimes. When I talked to him he seemed to be having some sort of identity crisis. It's like he couldn't figure out his name. He kept saying "JEFFERSON! I MEAN LAFF-" He's weird.
