the money pits.

my financial aid has not yet come in, which means i am broke.  not in the way that i have money, but only for basic things and not fun things, or in the way that college kids like to commiserate together about their brokeness as an excuse to buy cheap beer.

i’m broke in the way that occurs when you are forced to only put 1/4 of a tank of gas in your car because you have no money until this elusive money shows up and because you had to spend your last 4 dollars getting your car washed at 11 at night because kids threw eggs at your car from a sidewalk on your way home.

in these troubled times…

just kidding.  that phrase is getting on my nerves.

thankfully, i am not broke-ass broke, which is a distinct kind of broke-ness that becomes really troublesome.

but…eggs?  really?  REALLY?  if i have to spend my literal last dollar on eggs, i want them to be benedict, and in my mouth.