Poverty has shown me several things this past month- and I’m not talking just about my protruding ribcage, no. Not only have I discontinued my frivolous purchases, because lets face it- do I really need a sixth bag? Answer is yes, but for the sake of my financial woes I’ll just continue lying to myself and say no. No, no, it [poverty] has shown me that I can be pretty resilient, not to mention resourceful. Let me show you the ways.
Food
Destitution has made me a more conscious food consumer. Blette? I have no idea what the hell that translates to in English all I know is that it tastes like bok choy and it’s bright fucking green. This means that it’s packed with a medley of nutrients that I’m surely lacking at the moment.
€1.43 for a massive bunch of blette!
Bottom line, if it’s cheap and bright colored chances are that I’ll eat it.
I ain't discriminating.
I’ve substituted white bread with bulghur wheat at €0,50 a cup and I’ve been drinking nothing but water and the occasional dark hot chocolate (but I only drink hot chocolates on the days I feel I’ve deserved it, like, you know when I feel that life’s death grip is clamping down tighter and tighter around my neck-hmph, fine…I drink one at least 3 times a day, but that’s beside the point).
Arts & Crafts
Being perpetually broke has also given me an edge in my creativity. I give you:
Pornographic postcards for friends. These are yet to be mailed as I don’t have the required €0,85 ≈ $1.17 for each card (I’ve 8 of these to mail, people- that’s, let me do the math…$9.36! That’s €4,00 shy of my weekly €10,00 food allowance. Friends, you’ll just have to wait.
I call this Karl, Kitty, & Cocks
Vintage
And OK so I lied. I did allow myself ONE, or two, frivolous purchases. But c’mon! This was a combined €5,00 purchase! Have pity, I prithee.
Vintage Ferrari F15/S Sunglasses
These were mentioned in another post- I got them not too long ago, though they sit a bit oddly on my face. Whatever, they’re garish but in that really nice Italian way, y’know?
Vintage 1960's-70's Christian Dior frames
They're garrjous
I got these for a very good cause. I’ll just have to make these into sunglasses- and I don’t have the €30,00 for that so grandma’ll just continue to be blinded by the smoldering sun for now.
Recreational Activities
Interestingly enough my lack of funds has forced me to retreat to…no, not the numerous cafés or bars (coffee and booze ain’t free, y’all) but the library.
Deep in the bibliotecahh, these beats can make you wettahh
Where I’ve been teaching myself…German. And keeping up with the Jasmine Revolution ongoing Egyptian revolution.
Yes, that is Mubarak with Merkel and Sarkozy.
What my free time looks like.
Cancer
Cigarettes, please let us never fight again
So the rising price of cigarettes led me to believe that I would have to quit smoking. Ah- not so fast lungs.
Not only is rolling your own cigarettes cheap as chips rolling your own also allows you to stave off all other broke-ass bitches, I give you the following scenario:
“Hey, you gotta fucking cigarette? I just fucking ran out. Fuck!”
“Aw, dude calm down, don’t worry- yeah, let me just take out my tobacco, filters, papers, & matches. You wanna roll yourself one?”
“…Oh, you know what, it’s, it’s OK.”
“Aw, you sure? OK then.”
Voilà.
Hmm, so perhaps my impoverished island lifestyle isn’t too bad.
I’m a craftier, trendier, healthier more hydrated polyglot with substantial knowledge of foreign matters.
Hmm, if only narcissism were edible.
Au revoir, les enfants.
