this changes everything oh my god
do you understand why it trips me out that people can drive 45 minutes and be in aNOTHER COUNTRY?
I drive for 45 minutes and im like
a city over
I live in “Italy” and took a day trip to go to “Austria” and “Germany”
Chums, that’s sweet, and all, but Australia just ate Texas for breakfast.
If you drive for 45 minutes in Australia you aren’t a city over, you’re just 45 minutes away from the city.
If you drive for 45 minutes in Australia you may not even leave the cattle station.
If you drive for 45 minutes in Canada you may not even leave your driveway.
If I drive 45 minutes in the us I’m just at another mcdonalds
If I drive for 45 minutes in Northern Ireland I’m 10 minutes into the sea.
I can’t drive.
<3 Lucille Ball
I’ve been watching Louis CK’s show Louie and have totally developed a crush.
My sister and I using Scoot and Doodle on Google Hangout, BEHOLD OUR CREATION!!!!
Last night I was talking to my boyfriend about going on a trip to Austin this weekend. The conversation began with me asking him to look at my bank account to try and figure out how much money I could spend without the check on my rent bouncing.
After a couple of Rain Man calculations from my boyfriend it seemed I barely had any money to buy groceries let alone take a trip to Austin.
I’ve never been so poor in my life. In college you think you are dirt poor, and usually you are, but you always have a bunch of friends who love to pre-game and crash house parties or just hang-out and think of stupid things to do. Its really cheap fun. When you get older however, things just get more expensive, hangouts become more elaborate, and groupon/livingsocial is the new vehicle for having “affordable fun” but in reality is a fucking rip off.
I’m so tired of not being able to do anything and it was hard to justify this to my boyfriend because it just sounds silly when you say it out loud:
bf: “so how much do you think you will spend on this trip?”
me: “idk. I guess $50 on gas and like $100 for the day, so $150?”
bf: “huh, and you only have $125 in your bank account?”
bf: “but yet you say that we need toilet paper and groceries”
bf: “so why don’t you buy those first?”
me: “well because then I can’t go to Austin!”
bf: *shakes head*
me: “I could always get a credit card.”
bf: **face palm**
me: “well I also have some money coming in from that attorney I did work for that one time.”
bf: “and how much is that?”
me: “not sure like at least $300, just not sure when I’m getting it… . I mean I would have an extra $60 right now if I didn’t answer the fucking phone and get that comcast collector!”
And so on and so on and so on. Really after all that talk about money I just fell asleep dreaming that I was a rich trust fund baby and lived an elegant life. I would take trips to Europe in the summer, go skydiving in the winter on the island, take a weekend trip to visit my sister in the city, go bar hoping and get raging drunk, wake up the next day do brunch, get mani pedis, go shopping, take an afternoon nap and catch a comedy show before my flight back home the next day. Dare to dream.
#poorpeopleproblems #moneytroubles #brokeassjoke