I’m in the process of buying a house which means I’ve had to do a laundry list of activities that makes me want to cry in the shower fully clothed for 10-12 minutes every morning. Today my adventure took me over to a PLACE I HATE GOING…..
The bank (shawty, what you think ’bout that? I’ll be in the grey cadillac)
Every time I walk through those weirdly heavy doors I know I’m going to be walking out with less money….
It’s like a WAY less fun version of the casino.
Overall it ended up being fine. I blame my years of having to be in a bank dealing with student loans for my deep emotional hatred about going there. Now that the money stuff is OVER I move onto getting thousands of paper cuts while I assemble boxes (cries quietly while applying band aides)
