I’m an Indian, Where’s my Money?
I am feeling soo lazy today. I’m trying to get my financial aide going but I just can’t focus. As it turns out, years ago when I was going to go to cosmetology school, I applied for FAFSA pins for my dad and myself. They’re still good. That takes one step out of the financial aide nightmare. I’m also scouring the internet for Indian and veteran scholarships. My dad is a full blooded, Native American, veteran. I’m going to milk that for all it’s worth, haha. I’ve found plenty. My tribe even offers a few. However, most of the deadlines are close to being up. Hooray for late decisions.
I’ve been doping Ralphus up with ferretone and other supplements and he’s doing a lot better. I hope he’s around for years to come. I still need to get a third. Perhaps in a few weeks.
I’m still attempting to get my life organized. And for the record, attempts have failed. Maybe one day…
I think I’m going to bring this stress ridden rant to a close.
You were studying to be a cosmetologist? Or were you going to be a cosmologist? Or perhaps a cosmist? Or maybe a comic? Or a comma? Or a .com?
I’ll certainly go a long way for a joke, won’t I?
Also: ferretone? Is that like Coppertone, but for retaining shiny fur?
Yes, I was going to make people beautiful. But then I was presented with the oppertunity to be a radio big shot.
And I took it.
For the record, I think you’re funny. Maybe
Ferretone is a skin and coat suppelement!
5 gold stars to Mr.Cat.