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[kleenexwoman]

Car's dead.

God, I want to whine about being broke, but I should really stop doing that; last time, a few people were nice enough to send me some money for groceries, but it's not something I should expect.

Talked to Daniel about the possibility of doing Tarot online for serious. His wife does it for parties for $200, but her religious principles prevent her from profiting--she gives most of it to charity after deducting transportation costs. (Why do it at all then, I ask?)
He said if you set up a website and get your own chat server, it only costs a few hundred bucks. A few hundred bucks. I figure I could just use YIM for free or something, or set up a PayPal button on my LJ profile or something, charge five or ten bucks a reading and make grocery money until the loan money comes in or I get a meager fast-food paycheck. I don't know, would anyone be up for that for serious?

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[josephwaldman.livejournal.com]

Ach. Same car that just broke down a few weeks ago? Do you know what it is?

May I recommend going all-out-broke and living on raw ramen noodles? That's what I did for several months last year when I was too broke to afford to pay the gas bill. Raw ramen, water, and little packs of sugar swiped from Burger King.

[kleenexwoman.livejournal.com]

Timer belt blew the engine.

I hate ramen noodles and I don't want to get some sort of vitamin deficiency. If I had to, I'd dumpster-dive.

[josephwaldman.livejournal.com]

HATE RAMEN?!?!?!?!? *p-tooie* And you call yourself a college student . . .

Actually, I didn't really eat that much when I was an undergrad. Mostly pizza, Chex Mix, frozen Chinese food, and Ben & Jerry's.

Maybe you could go out on a hunting trip with some local rednecks. I realize it's not legal yet, but c'mon, food's food. You're close to Ted Nugent country up there. Yee-haw!

[kleenexwoman.livejournal.com]

Dude, I ate ramen for three years. Now that I can buy alcohol, I've earned the right to despise the nasty fried noodles.

The rednecks around here are scary. Apparently there's a huge redneck culture in Mt. Pleasant when you get out of the college area, and they are all boneheads with meth labs. I'm sticking to dumpster-diving; at least you can get dented cans and slightly bruised fruit.

[josephwaldman.livejournal.com]

Delaware was really white-trashy, too. I think most college towns are to some degree. There's the section of town where the profs live, and then the section where the cafeteria workers and janitors live. Campus and the railroad tracks (on which the Lincoln funeral train traveled) were the dividing line. My old boss/mentor used to refer to "bourgeois Kroger" (pronounced "kro-ZHAY") and "ghetto kroger". Us students hadda shop at ghetto Kroger (there was almost zero off-campus living, only about 30 people a year allowed out of 1900 or so).

Ah, I just had a flashback to good ol' hungover weekend-morning breakfasts with my gang. Nothing cures a whiskey drunk or satiates what's left of the munchies like two enormous omelettes, three bowls of cereal, a bunch of toast, and countless cups of watery coffee. Then it was back up to the room to use the john, conk out for another few hours, study for a few more, and gear up for the next night's tokin' and drunkenin'.