i am discovering the ridiculously high price to pay for nonhomelessness. some might call it homeness. if i don't get me one of them mini 'friges or learn how to eat without a stove, i am going to either eat lettuce and dressing for the rest of my life during the limited designated eating hours at tau house, or i will starve. i am unjustifiably ungrateful and upset and about my housing situation. i have an extremely expensive bed and door now, as opposed to nothing. but i am hella bitter. i feel like i'm in 11th grade. i am also upset by the fact that many people make money by photographing homeless people on the streets of san francisco and showing their "artwork" in fancy galleries. i have renewed the sparkler supply. beach picnic, pleeease! FIELD TRIP TOMORROW! |