Jesus Cheats

When I moved down to Florida to start school, my parents were nice enough to give me $50 in Chipotle gift certificates (Thanks guys!). I had recently shown my parents the glory of the "small baby" sized burrito, and since I was the one to bring them this wondrous food, they naturally assumed that I had an extreme love for the things myself.

They were absolutely correct in this assumption.

I have sustained myself on almost exclusively Chipotle style Tabasco drenched barbacoa burrito bowls, and I until my stream of gift cards expires, I will continue doing so. Each time I hand over a gift card though, I can see the end inching its way closer. Soon I will be out of gift cards.
I hate to say it, but I may have to ... end it all.

I just hope the big guy managed to open up a few Chipotles cloud-side.

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Pleasant Surprises

Well, the first week of class is over and I don't want to do anything crazy like shoot myself in the head or have sex with Rosie O'Donnell. Even if I did want to do something that crazy, me and my boy Mueller have a death pact with regards to throwing myself at a sea of Crisco lesbian.

Class actually went really well. This month will be filled with arguments regarding right vs. wrong, Freud, and other wonderful things from the world of Philosophy and Ethics. I'm sure Clay is ecstatic on my behalf.

In other news regarding my life down here in the wang of the US, today I went and got a Florida driver's license. This puts me approximately 5 months ahead of my eventual driver's license acquisition after moving to Texas. The process, unlike in Texas, was immediate. I made an appointment with the DMV online, showed up and was out in 20 minutes with card in hand.

In Texas, I had to give up my Nebraska license and wait for quite some time before getting a decent replacement. They just handed me a little piece of paper that a 3rd grader could have forged. Grocery stores, gas stations, bars - nobody took that thing as proof I was 21.

It was.... painful.

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I actually had a passport at the time, but while the country of Italy was totally cool with it as a valid form of ID, the Tiger Mart on Mopac and Duval would not let me buy a case of Bud Light.

Score 1 for Florida.