Poor in New York

I look over at my flashing phone. A friend? A text? A notification?

No. You wish. 

It's a permanent iCalendar reminder. And oh what a pleasant reminder we get each month...

I want to quote something from the musical "Rent" here, but I'll resist. That would be cliche and corny. And like, so over done.


Maybe just one little La Vie Boheme shout out wouldn't hurt... I promise I won't do it again. Just let me have my moment.

"To making something outta nothing" people.
 Now raise those glasses!