Umm...yeah, that's it
Does anyone know what the fuck navy beans are? They look like okay, maybe they're good, but then you read the back of the box and they're for soup, and they're beans, water and salt...
I'm experimenting with poor people food because the office of student aid just assfucked me. Actually, to be honest, I assfucked myself by forgetting to make loan payments for the past few months. My bank account is down to about what Sarah makes in one day of temp work.
So now I'm stuck with the dilemma: get a job and be comfortable again, or try the beany weany diet for the next three months? OH SWEET JESUS. I really miss getting a sweet fucking paycheck. It was like a magical fairy took care of all the problems from the past two weeks. And now the fairy is hungover on his couch flipping me the bird while I stir a pot of 88 cent beans.
And speaking of money, has anyone known of anyone, ever, who got a deposit back on an apartment? Sarah and I were just talking and neither of us do. At this point, I've sunk about a grand into deposits on my various abodes, past, present and future. Again: OH SWEET JESUS (OSJ).
What else could OSJ stand for?
Over Sweetened Jizzum
Ostritch Sperm Jar
Ocular / Seminal Jambalaya
Stopping there, after realizing that all three integrated semen. Sort of... sickened with self. Brain...shutting....dooooooooooo
(Sarah and I bade the first disc of Venture Bros. come through Netflix, and it's 400 times better than I remember. Which isn't hard, since I hated it two years ago.)
(And seriously, though, the beans aren't that bad. Black and kidney, I mean, which are the only ones I've tried. It's a whole meal for a dollar, AND a shitload better for you than a double chsbrgr.)
I'm experimenting with poor people food because the office of student aid just assfucked me. Actually, to be honest, I assfucked myself by forgetting to make loan payments for the past few months. My bank account is down to about what Sarah makes in one day of temp work.
So now I'm stuck with the dilemma: get a job and be comfortable again, or try the beany weany diet for the next three months? OH SWEET JESUS. I really miss getting a sweet fucking paycheck. It was like a magical fairy took care of all the problems from the past two weeks. And now the fairy is hungover on his couch flipping me the bird while I stir a pot of 88 cent beans.
And speaking of money, has anyone known of anyone, ever, who got a deposit back on an apartment? Sarah and I were just talking and neither of us do. At this point, I've sunk about a grand into deposits on my various abodes, past, present and future. Again: OH SWEET JESUS (OSJ).
What else could OSJ stand for?
Over Sweetened Jizzum
Ostritch Sperm Jar
Ocular / Seminal Jambalaya
Stopping there, after realizing that all three integrated semen. Sort of... sickened with self. Brain...shutting....dooooooooooo
(Sarah and I bade the first disc of Venture Bros. come through Netflix, and it's 400 times better than I remember. Which isn't hard, since I hated it two years ago.)
(And seriously, though, the beans aren't that bad. Black and kidney, I mean, which are the only ones I've tried. It's a whole meal for a dollar, AND a shitload better for you than a double chsbrgr.)
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