12 days of christmas, maux version

On the first day of christmas, my true love gave to me a pancake that's gluten free.

On the second day of Christmas my true love gave to me, two blizzards whizzing and a pancake that's gluten-free.

On the third day of christmas, my true love gave to me three boiled eggs, two blizzards whizzing and a pancake that's gluten free.

On the fourth day of Christmas my true love gave to me, four repeat movies, three boiled eggs, two blizzards whizzing and a pancake that's gluten free.

On the fifth day of christmas my true love day to me, five finger sticks!!!! ...four repeat movies, three boiled eggs, two blizzards whizzing and a pancake that's gluten free.

On sixth day of Christmas my true love gave to me six buzzing phone calls, five finger sticks! four repeat movies, three boiled eggs, two blizzards whizzing and a pancake that's gluten free.

On the seventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me, seven shots of short term, six buzzing phone calls, five finger sticks! four repeat movies, three boiled eggs, two blizzards whizzing and a pancake that's gluten free.

On the eighth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me eight slips averted, seven shots of short term, six buzzing phone calls, five finger sticks! four repeat movies, three boiled eggs, two whizzing blizzards and a pancake that's gluten free.

On the ninth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me nine new venues, eight slips averted, seven shots of short term, six phone calls buzzing, five finger sticks!!~ four repeat movies, three boiled eggs, two whizzing blizzards and a pancake that's gluten free.

On the tenth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me, ten lantus units, nine new venues, eight slips averted, seven shots of short term, six buzzing phone calls, five finger sticks!!~ four repeat movies, three boiled eggs, two whizzing blizzards and a pancake that's gluten free.

On the eleventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me eleven pills for dancing, ten lantus units, nine new venues, eight slips averted, seven shots of short term, six buzzing phone calls.... five finger sticks! four repeat movies, three boiled eggs, two whizzing blizzards and a pancake that's gluten-free.

On the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me, 12 men to choose from, eleven pills for dancing, ten lantus units, nine new venues, eight slips averted, seven shots of short term, six buzzing phone calls.... Five Finger Sticks!! ...four repeat movies, three boiled eggs, two whizzing blizzards and a pancake that's gluten-free.

I didn't go to the movies

but very nearly.

chinese food.

Baked Ziti

As I listen to her tell the story which was a good story as she's a good person and really that girl, I realize, and I'd probably sat in college listening to these stories in the same position, letting the story part wash over me and just observe her and her awesome schtick.

jen says she hasn't changed. I don't remember much anymore. If she's just the same, there was a story of a nutsack in there last night. good story. better storyteller.

awesome baked ziti. gluten free.

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It was lovely to talk to Aunt Deb and Aunt Kate for the minute she was on, but then it was silly. And then it stopped being helpful and then reality kicked in and I left before I got hurt

as above, so below. just keeping check on my balances

My conclusion

being poor is ok if you have other friends who live that way.

Otherwise it sucks, The first major obstacle will actually be presents.
They expect you to play pretend.

Oh. And it's also a full-time job, what with all the paperwork (for being poor.)

People do not care about anyone but they own damn selves.

If they see you starting to slip, some people may care. Other people will walk on by.

Most people will walk on by.

Or demand they get you an ambulance so they can feel good about themselves and walk on by.

recorded in the Ashkenic wisdom box? maybe only kharma remembers

glad i learned something.

it's non-transferable. too much paperwork.

all the bs about help and charities. where are these people? they really are not here. your can of food is all anyone ever gives/gets. (yes, I'm allergic too.)

the government gives us less; making life intolerable crossing all the half-assed help with being legitimately helpful. in some ways, the welfare industry is like the MIC, only nappies and not missiles are the commerce for those Big G's with untouchable authority.

I've never been to albany. Cue Sparkling shot of Big Bureaucracy's FaB HoMe. Fraud is down according to their new score by other people who could give a crap and could probably help me this winter with last year's coat.