Greetings eye-lookers, I have been told that an about me section is supposedly the “right thing to do” in these situations so, here goes something.




United States of America


Human Being from Sector C137




When you live with people who are so broke they can’t even afford to pay Styx to cross the river, and yet they still somehow manage to order takeout every day instead of being frugal, and you don’t even have to eat trash when on a tight budget, you can make Michelin star worthy (subjective) meals, at half the cost of ordering in, that is fat-loads more healthy as well, but apparently {being lazy} >> {not being broke}, so who am I to disagree, I travel the world And the seven seas Everybody’s looking for something/ Some of them want to use you, Some of them want to get used by you, Some of them want to abuse you, Some of them want to be abused, with their method of struggling, but if I am just going to sit back and not do a damned thing about all the lonely people who would benefit more from burning their money than ordering delivery then I am no better than the food that is being delivered to them.

TL;DR: Broke people can eat like kings too.


Macbook Pro, iPhone 6+, lame humour, and pretentious British spelling

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