The World Goes Around and Around

I just had a very important lunch meeting and during it I was
magically transformed into a graphic designer when really, all I know
how to do is make things pretty. That is fine, but this is a national
account. And they are entrusting me, with no formal experience, with
its brand identity. My mom was right, being the pretty girl always
opens too many doors. Hopefully I can find the brains to keep myself
inside this one.

Sadly, tragically, the reason for this bestowment of overwhelming
responsibility might stem from a certain person's obsession with me. A
certain multi-millionaire person, which my sensibilities of course
find attractive. Imagine the possibilities of world domination
increasing with more than adequate funding. I of course kid myself. We
know all too well what the exchange of money for love actually costs.
We also find ourselves familiar with the consequences of romantic
office endeavors. I am smart enough to know those two elements alone
call for disaster.

I am becoming extremely disinterested in school and the degree of
disinterest seems to grow exponentially as the days pass. Is there a
remedy for this?