Nov. 17: Remember that credit card?...

Okay so, it's gone, and I am materialistically happier, yet somehow eating is going to be a challenge...whatever. Who needs food if you have sexy stuff?! I'd rather be hungry with a fossil watch on my wrist and listening to my ipod touch, than fat (unsexy) and not being able to tell time. Right?

PLUS!...I spent so much that I have like almost 20 000 thank you points! You know, like rewards? It's totes amay-may. (that's 'totally amazing' for you uneducated group). So, I can either get a 10 piece stainless steel cooking ware set? or, an electronic martini shaker/stirer. (I don't know how it works either). What do you think?! Because I'm honestly torn between the two.

So anyway..the roommate...haven't talked about him in a while...(come to think of it I haven't talked about anything in a while..oops)

He has, like, the plague or something. I hear him coughing up a fucking testicle so often that I have to leave my own damn house to get some piece and quiet! I mean...how am I supposed to have any kind of sexy sex life with Mr. Emphysema in the next room shaking the walls with his epic coughs?

And this dishes! My god, I had no idea that a sick individual could still eat so much. And then leave all the empty boxes and dirty dishes lying around in the kitchen! Poor Simone, she's the one that picks it all up, whistling while she works. haha,

Meanwhile I'm sitting on the couch watching food network, in my zebra print Snuggie and a cosmo in my left hand, complemented by an excellently accessorized Fossil watch. Ohhhh, the debt life is good ;)