Ah, Sweet Sweet Poverty
I found these two boy / girl mugs sitting outside my apartment this morning. I wondered to myself, is this a sign? Is God telling me that I should pick up these sad little coffee mugs, and take to the streets, just as the strange homeless man who sits outside Fado every night has done long before me?
Because Sweet Zombie Jesus I am so broke right now.
Maybe I’ll pick up these mugs and sell them on eBay.
Quick updates? My job is awesome, I move into my sweet new apartment next week, and my crew from New Jersey are coming to visit this weekend. I’ll have to cook one of the five recipes I know how to make, and right now, quesadillas are OUT. Last night I made some and I put so much cheese inside that it would have put a lactose intolerant person into a coma.
Is it considered rude to serve Ramen noodles to eight people?
I hope not.