I always go in to writing this blog with the idea that I want to write about something profound or atleast deeper than your average stop-light-thought.
But today I came to a realization about my summertime anxiety. I will be making significantly less money this summer due to the fact that my summertime job prospects include minimum wage latte slinging and......whatever else I can dig up on craigslist.
Don't get me wrong, I've been through a long drought of being poor. So long has this drought been that I can safely say I've never been able to not worry about money. I was unemployed a few years ago which marked, hands down, the most worried I've ever had to be about how I was going to eat dinner. Regularly.
Enough of the sob stories. I have got to get RILL. Can I get by this summer making a third of what I usually make? Well, I will just have to adjust what I spend my money on. For starters, I'll have to change my diet. High in starch and Taquitos that they sell on the side of the road. What else is very cheap to eat? OH, damn it damn it DAMN IT. I am going to have to start eating FISH. I'm going to have to challenge myself to eat the only meat that is still cheap enough to survive on- you know- on the survival level. I'm going to have to catch my food this summer. Time to get creative.
....and by creative, I mean enough of a buzz to eat pretty much anything.
Well, here goes nothing. I'm going to force myself to start eating fish. I've always wondered what spawned this life-long dislike of the taste. The smell. The texture. The cosmetic appearance. Of all animals that live in the water. Maybe if I wrap trout up in bacon. I can grill that, right? Bacon's cheap- it's like fat back. They don't sell fatback in Texas though.
This post has already gone on way too long. I better go get started tricking myself into eating sea monsters.
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