( 7:01 AM ) teahouse
The Wrong Kind of People
So thanks to everyone for your patience over the past few days. I promise I'm finally done posting about my crotch injury.
I promise I won't even post photos of the bruise! I know you're all relieved, hahaha.
Now onto other stories.
So I went to the Metropolitan Opera one night this week.
While in the theater, I found myself surrounded by beautiful people dressed in beautiful clothes. The ladies wore sumptuous fur coats; the men wore suits.
I looked down at my own shabby clothes, and had a realization.
The reason I was dressed so badly was because...
..I live in the same neighborhood as the opera house. Ergo, I can't afford to dress well because ALL of my earnings go to paying my outrageous mortgage and maintenance.
It's the price I pay to live in the "right" neighborhood.
The rich and well-dressed people - the ones who enjoyed champagne and caviar during the intermission while I chomped on an illegally-smuggled-in beef roll from Koreatown - all drove in from the suburbs.
Life ain't fair.
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