I’m like, super mondo depressed right now, and there are carpenter ants frolicking on my VERY BLACK desktop, which makes it seem like my desk is alive and undulating and then of course my heart jumps in my throat and makes me stab the desk with an incredibly angry fist.
Anyway, I'm like, super mondo depressed, with a conflation of reasons, none of which has to do with my single status right now, but all of which serves to bring that to the forefront because we’re socially trained gerbils that think being “sad” equals being lonely.So the reason's kind of inconsequential.
But you know what makes me feel better? Buying lots and lots of groceries for very little money! Makes my dessicated asian heart proud.
List for today:
Big bag of Twix minis (35% off post easter) - 1.09
meatloaf - 1.25
corn flakes cereal - 0.99
I can't Believe it's Not Butter Tub, coupon (-1.25) - 1.44
Frozen Fries - 1.28
2 liters of Diet Soda- 1.96
2 loaves of 20oz Manager's Special Bread (1/3 original price) - 0.98
Dinner Rolls, manager's special - 0.49
Silk Coconut milk (coupon -1.00) - 2.28
2 ramen packages (coupon -0.4) - 0.34
Cabbage - 1.99
Carrots - 0.93
Seaweed (coupon -0.20) - 1.29
72 oz bigass bulk Cereal (coupon -0.20) - 3.19
Ice Cream (half gallon) - 1.50
Lettuce - 0.99
Donuts (manager's special, 1/2 off) - .89
Fiber One Cereal - 4.11
Frozen Pizza Rolls (coupon -1.00) - 0.79
Total - $29.29 !
It was a fucking cartful of food for under 30$. I usually clock out under 20$, but the Fiber One jacked up my price, plus I wanted to try coconut milk for the first time. And I hadn't made a trip to the grocery store in a while, so I needed to restock a lot of items. Hopefully this will last me awhile.
But yay, use of more coupons! I clip coupons like crazy. I am a shriveled old woman in a 27 year old's body. Which I'm thankful for, because riding all that shit home on my little yellow bike was A RECIPE FOR DOOM. But one that I survived! I had all the soda, milk, heavy ass cabbages and produce in my backpack, two bags on each handlebar, and my basket all filled. I was like an inflated 300 lb body builder on top of a little tricycle. Or a donkey kong kremlin on itty-bitty chicken legs.
And I just typed up this list in my very boring opera class because that's just how much pleasure I get from thrifty grocery shopping. And the teacher's glorious ass isn't enough distraction for my ridiculous need to be entertained.