Free Shit Say OH YEAH

I love to eat. A long time ago I made the decision that I didn't care whether or not I could buy halter tops at Gap Kids. If being a size 2 means no nachos, and therefore being miserable, I'm not having it. I'll wear stretch jeans for life. But when you're broke it means you're on a forced diet. And it sucks hard.

This is why when shit like this comes in the mail, my jelly belly starts a soft-shoe Irish jig of joy. 

$50 bucks at an amazing breakfast joint for some tiny blurb I wrote like 15 minutes before it was due? GET IT!

Yeah, actual payment would've been nicer but whatever. I love me some eggs and bacon.