complaint? They say brevity is the soul of wit. I don't know what the fuck that means, but I think it justifies my failure to reach your so called "page requirement". I'm like poetry. Really fucking short. I'm the William Carlos Williams of Research Papers.

Hold on. Text message. I'm blowing up. Cindy wants to hit up a formal party tonight? Goddamn, I'm sick of this formal shit. Too many rules. The Modern Language Association can suck my header. I'm not even double-spaced. Fuck Cindy. I'm cruising downtown, where they don't kick me out for having three exclamation marks at the end of my sentences. I'm out!!!