Paying rent blows

"Here ya go, Matt. This is your earnings for your last two weeks of sweat and turmoil" Says Matt's Boss. "Gee Boss, thanks. I am going to go do something fun with this." Exclaims Matt, excitedly. Then what does Matt do? He bikes directly to the Rental Management Services and drops off his glorious paycheck to some lady who looks deep into Matt's sad eyes and, without flinching, takes all of his money. 

So now what does Matt have left over? He has two dollars. What does he do with those two dollars? He bikes down to Fred Meyer because gas is 4.20 a gallon (yes, I know the price of gas... you were right dad... are you happy now?!). Matt then takes his two dollars and shoves as much top ramen in his tiny backpack that is humanly possible. Now Matt gets to look forward to a month of having six packets of top ramen a day because one packet doesn't fill him up. Three meals a day plus two packets of ramen equals six packets – Yay for lame math, eh? 

But does the sorrow end there? Of course not. Matt picks up the wrapper of top ramen and sees 57% daily sodium intake per package of Top Ramen. So that makes 342% of sodium intake per day for 31 days. Thus resulting in Matt, nineteen years old, hovering over the toilet, making sounds like a walrus giving birth, trying to pass a kidney stone. And why did this all occur? Because of the damn rent. And that, my friends, is an example of a rant of mine. 

So that story was a wee bit exaggerated. In all honesty I absolutely love every little bit of it :). Sorry for the long post.