I keep on telling myself that I need to get a job.

And then I realize that I have nowhere to go and no one to go out with. And thus, money has no use for me.

Besides, sitting at home and reading a seemingly endless supply of books with a giant bowl of sherbet and a huge glass of green tea seems like a nice existence in my book.

Until I run out of sherbet and try to make some more. And then I will wish that I had money for the ingredients..


Lewis Cash said...

How's it coming getting money for the ingredients lately?

Miss you.

Lewis Cash said...

Hey, where are you?!? Out making money? Hope things are well.