Once upon a time in a far-away land called “Puberty“, there was a young girl named Kirsten, with a crappy minimum wage customer service job. Kirsten didn’t make enough money at this job to pay her rent or buy groceries, but this didn’t matter, because she lived at home with her parents!
This meant that Kirsten didn’t have to spend any of her hard-earned moolah, and could keep it locked up in her savings account for a time when she really needed it…But Kirsten didn’t do this, because in the land of Puberty, nobody has to worry about their future! And so, day after day Kirsten would waste her money on McDonald’s value meals, cheap make-up, CDs of talentless musicians, and low-quality t-shirts with annoying slogans like “2 HOT 2 HANDLE”.
All was well, until one dark and stormy night when Kirsten realized she was 18 years old and had to move out of her parents’ house and travel across the country for University! …with an empty bank-account, and nothing but a suitcase filled with tacky t-shirts, crappy make-up, and a few Justin Timberlake albums.
I’m Kirsten, I’m 20-something years old, and I wish I could tell you the last time there was more than 20-something in my bank account. This is a chronicle of my daily struggles to survive the “funemployed” life in Toronto, Canada: where rent costs at least a kidney a month, and lunch is only half as much.
A bit about me:
1) I’m a Professional Writing and English major at the University of Toronto. (Please don’t assume that this means I vomit perfectly eloquent and witty prose on command!)
2) I’m currently in a common-law relationship with a maine coon cat I found in a Wal-Mart named Babylegs. She refuses to look for a job and doesn’t contribute to rent.
3) 75% of the time, it’s safe to assume I’m wearing a Snuggie. (This is partly because I can rarely afford to do laundry, but mostly because I don’t like wearing pants if I don’t have to. AND IT HAS POCKETS!)
That should give you a pretty solid picture of my life for the time being.
So now that we’ve got that out of the way, you’re wondering: WHAT’S THE POINT?
Basically I’d like to offer a place where fellow struggling students can rejoice in the fact that there’s somebody out there living a life as pathetic as their own, and discover tricks and tips on how to live la vida loca on an extremely limited (read: non-existent) budget.
Welcome to Struggling, not Starving!