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Look at me now.
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I just got back from the health food store down in Crescent City. I bought a pint of probiotic goo, a pint of ice cream and a pint of whipping cream so I could do my probiotic shake thing to keep my digestion happening and my brain "sharp" and also have enough cream for my coffee till I can get up to the grocery store in Brookings. It cost me $23.65.
The guys who left me for wealthy women don't agonize over this stuff, I'll bet... and neither do most of the guys who only wanted me for my looks. It's a two-way street, my friends, and who am I to say anymore whether trying to hook up with someone with money is a bad plan in this world... somehow not spiritually okay. I think if that's all you love about them, well, you're pretty much hopeless then, but... it really is just as easy to fall for a rich one as it is a poor one....
I was 7¢ short. The nice little clerk with the sparkles on her face let me slide for it because she had a jar full of change at the other register. What a world. What a world.
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