Dear San Francisco,
I had high hopes when I moved to you. Things started off well: I was dating an amazing guy, I had an exciting internship I thought might turn into a job, I had a couple thousand in my savings account, and I was living the good life. Now, half a year later, the guy is gone, my savings account is empty, I am working at a laundromat, drowning my sorrows in cheap PBR, and myspace-stalking people until 1am.
I still have faith in you, San Francisco. It's time to bring your A-game.
Much love, Haley
3 comments:
So no one told you life was gonna be this waaaay? (clapx4) your job's a joke, you're broke, love life's DOA?
Couldn't resist. Don't worry, I'll be there for you.
Aw, Megan. Love it. That song really never related to the show, though: they had cool-ish jobs (palentologist? Come on!), amazing apartments (no way those were under 5k a month), and got themselves into hilarious shenanigans. Heck, if I only got to hang out with Chandler I wouldn't complain :)
hahaha. Well I hope you can find your Chandler.
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