Like a $1 whore

Now that I'm back up at Berkeley and have resumed my life as a poor college student (unlike Mexico, where I was a rich college student, with 13 pesos to my dollar), I have discovered the true wonders of the dollar store. I had been the dollar store before, but only for art supplies, wrapping paper, and Christmas decorations. But it's really amazing how much food you can buy, all for only a dollar. Frozen dinners, shredded cheese, spices, tortillas, tinned vegetables, salsa, butter. It might throw the quality of said food into question, but for a dollar, I'm willing to take that risk.

And of things in the recent past that I haven't posted about because I'm a bit neglectful, I had plans to go see a movie with Mikko last Friday, because it was my last day in town. And then he fucking forgot we had plans. Thanks for making me feel like an unwanted loser, Mikko.

I went out with Sam and Misty instead. We drove all the way around the peninsula and back. That was nice, at least.