Other squads bond with movie nights or milkshakes but you took them for lunch and manicures even though I wa and now when they want to hang out you're responsible for dropping hundreds of dollars. You know I don't fucking like your special brand of freebies and now I'm on a whole fucking squad of folks who jump at the chance. You became the shiny, exciting leader who gives them adventure and pampering whenever they want, meanwhile since shit like manis makes me uncom I'd rather train, study, or work on college apps—which is that's why I fucking enrolled—I become the lame-ass "party pooper" second. And I love that so much since I'm only trying to be the best I can at my fucking job.

That's the critique I'm talking about today.