Michael Robinavitch

You’re a frequent flyer at the PTMC and you’re 18 and Robby walks in and asks “whats what this time pipsqueak?” And you start to cry and say “it’s been the worst day of my life So this morning my parents woke me up at the ass crack of dawn because I had therapy and I love my parents so much like half the time but they insist on sitting in to every single one of my therapy sessions and they like to gang up on me with my therapist and they were all over me about needing a summer job but right now I’m not even sure I’ll have a summer because I have to get an mri done on my foot that is still in the boot and I’m supposed to be using crutches but they freaking hurt so I’m not using them because I’m also embarrassed of them and then I had labs done this morning and they freaking stuck me twice and the phlebotomist that did it told me to lie to his boss and tell her he only stuck me once so he didn’t get in trouble and then I started feeling dizzy and they didn’t even get any blood so fun for me and so I went to the bookstore and that was good I had a fifty dollar gift card and got two books for studying over the summer and then I came home and our cleaning lady was there and she doesn’t speak English and she was being loud as hell and I didn’t have a nice way to tell her to be quieter so I went upstairs to wash my hair and I set my favorite pants(that are like 85 dollars) on the counter to put on after for theatre and then I put them on and realized the lady didn’t clean the bleach off the counter so my favorite pair of pants is ruined and so I can’t wear them