Damn you PennDesign. So I’m sitting at home trying to enjoy my evening and the phone rings for about the hundredth night in a row. It’s an 866 number so I’ve been screening it for a while. Well I finally pick up the thing and it’s those crazies at the design school looking for money. Blah, blah, blah… spiel about exciting new things happening… and would I be interested in making a contribution of $250. “Nope, sorry, can’t really swing that.” Okay, well, students here desperately need financial aid money to be able to attend school… would you mind giving $100. “Sorry, my loan repayments are a bit high right now.” Well we like to go to our alumni before we have to go towards outside funding… would you like to give $50. “Listen lady, I can barely eat right now I’m that poor.” Okay, well, uh, thanks for your time. I’m thinking in my head throughout this… “Listen psycho, no one gave me money, and I certainly am feeling the repayments now… maybe if you didn’t charge so damn much I would have a little left over after Citiassist has decided to bend me over without even so much as a hint of Vaseline… so unless you are cool with a fiver I would leave me the f*** alone for another 25 years or so until I’ve paid off my soul which I signed over to the Penn devil… thanks for your time.