All I had in my refrigerator this week was butter, sugar, four apples and puff pastry.
I now have fourteen cavities.
today/yesterday/tomorrow’s breakfast: coffee and cigarettes.
I live in poverty and i bet you do too. It sucks. They say the recession/depression ended in July but i’m going to go just call bullshit on that.
I’ve pawned all my good stuff and i’m living bare-bones. So why did i give up a job that paid tits and start working in a field that is physically and emotionally abusive? Long story, short: i’m pretty sure the company i was working for was a cover for something really sinister, my bosses were total sleaze bags and my hyperactivity and OCD were considered negatives.
Only later did i find out that restaurants are pretty much the same scene only with much more booze and coke. And the previously mentioned personality traits are, more or less, good things to have.
(thanksgiving in prision - 2009.)