This is my last day of classes face.

"Tasha, you haven't slept in days, go to bed."

"I can't.  I'm too punchy."

 Want to celebrate with me baby girl?

I should have known what was coming.

I am yelling.

 I am not one of those disgusting people who kiss their dogs.

But she is one of those disgusting dogs.

 It's your last night of classes.  

Want to go line dancing?  

To another city?

To a movie?

 I want to wear old things.

Meet my father for dinner.

And be frivolous with my time.

But tomorrow.

Watch out tomorrow.