I LIVED IT: I Had 10 Extra Dollars so I Spent 70 Extra Dollars

I surveyed my $10 buying options and found them to lack a certain je ne sais quoi.

I LIVED IT: I Thought the Restaurant’s Kitchen Was the Bathroom and Now I’m a Line Chef

I’m working a 12 hour shift assembling house salad after house salad for only $10.45 an hour.

Saboteur! Villain!

Well, shit. Am I now expected to be there?

I have nothing left to talk about with any of these people, and I’m frightened.

Sure, my eyes weren’t strained by direct sunlight anymore, but at what cost?

I saw him at our favorite restaurant with a measly slice of American cheddar.

The rest of my underwear is lingerie or really ugly.

Suddenly, I was cold and alone in the adult world again.

How could I be expected to think when my titties were caged in a brutalist chamber?