I don't earn much and I don't spend much, and to a certain extent I fell like I live pretty well. I rent a nice house, have too many vehicles and most of the toys I want. I don't have any aspirations to be rich or have a family. To what do I attribute this small scale success? Burritos. I don't fully expect people outside of California to understand this. I have had mexican food in other areas, and I feel sorry for the people who consider it to be mexican food. In San Diego there are more taquerias than all the fast food joints together. As an aside, did you know that there are 51 radio shacks to every 49 McDonalds in the US? That figure was from a few years ago. Anywho... so there are a lot of taco shops here. A burrito here costs on average about $3.50. After years of looking for the better burritos at the better prices, I've worked that number down to about $3. One burrito is filling, satisfying, and fairly complete in the nutritional sense. I usually have a paid lunch at the scooter shop. Considering that we as humans and americans consume far more calories than needed, I figure I can live on one burrito a day. This works out to $3 a day in food costs. It also saves me a lot of time by not grocery shopping or cooking. This leaves me more time to spend doing inane things like write about burritos. Now we have the base for my economic plan. Whenever I am considering a large purchase, I have a tangible basis to equate the cost to. A $100 purchase on something not necessarily needed is easy to make, especially when I know I can put it on my credit card. $100 divided by $3 is 33.3 burritos. That's enough to live for a month! How about financing a $17,000 car? After the financing charges, that works out to be about $22,000. I opted for the extremely reliable used mazda for $3500. That saved $18,500 which equates to 6166 burritos on which I could live for almost 17 years. Maybe I'm just crazy for burritos.

FLEEK!

That is substitution I heard a young thug girl say instead of "fuck" at a beauty supply store once. "WHAT THE FLEEK??!" I actually prefer it to the real word now. Thank you young thug girl, thank you for more fodder to fill my ever dwindling vocabulary.

I'm "FLEEKING!" because I have to wait almost a month to get my hair done by my favorite hairdresser. I mean, I really like her and she does a great job, but is it really worth waiting nearly a month for?? My hair is triflin' for reals. It needs some emergency help. By the time March 2nd rolls around I can only imagine the state it's going to be in. I do not trust myself with scissors (at least coming near any of my hair). I don't have a good eye for symmetry or precision. If you say "Hey Carla, is this picture on the wall crooked?" I'd be all "Uhh...looks okay to me..." (and it could be totally crooked but I wouldn't be able to tell).

Sometimes I feel like Dudley Heinsbergen from Royal Tenenbaums.....only not quite to that extreme.

I think when I move to SF I am going to start biking. First I must get over my fear of being struck by a car and flying through the air to my death. A helmet would probably help but then I wouldt first need to get over my aversion towards helmet hair. We'll see jhow it goes once I get there.

Are you guys ready for my last horrible food joke as illustrated with paint?



I'm going to make a 'zine of these people.

Everyone likes free music.
Everyone likes Metal.

The best video game soundtrack EVER set to fist pumping M-E-T-A-L..... (Check "The Theme" and "Intro" )

http://www.metroidmetal.com/songs.html