My bank account has often sung to the tune of $2 and not because I was going out for too many brunches or partying too hard or because I just had to get away for the Winter.
I seem to find myself at my most broke in the summer- a time when I’d love to flash my feed around. There are so many food trucks, independent theatre productions, and dance parties that call my name on every street corner- but those things cost tens upon twenties of dollars. The pattern I find…… Continue reading Existential Dread. And Pie!
I decided I’ve got to do a better job setting myself up for the future. I’m already an aspiring comedian, for goodness sake. I need to do something my future self can be proud of.
So in the morning, I hang with Coco, Louis and Christian. Then I go home to a broken fridge, 6 am garbage trucks, and my dwindling life savings fund in a jar under the bed.
I figured what’s more American than making your own unhealthy version of another culture’s food? This was oily and greasy and made me feel like Miranda Hobbes. Only she’d never listen to Elton John.