The price of tea in China

“an anonymous institutional employee who drove to work each morning in a long line of commuter cars and drove home each night and drank martinis … like several million middle-class, liberal, intellectual robots.”

I really need too __

I try not to use this phrase in conversation, in passing, or frankly at all. The reason being that I simply can’t stand to hear other people say the phrase. It is one of those things people just like to say when they recognize the importance of something, they have some small interest or motivation

But who cares?

So I got a ride home the other day from a friend at work because the bane of my existence, my vehicle was experiencing technical difficulty. She asked, “So what do you blog about?” I immediately answered, “whatever comes to mind, anything, finance, rants, etc.” She looked at me and said unconvincingly, “oh I bet

cult of los angeles

L.A is a very cult like. What do I mean by this? For starters the food culture here, it’s gimmicky. The hottest things are driving around in trucks tweeting, which I think is fabulous yet a part of me feels like it wouldn’t be so popular if it merely was an unassuming storefront. Restaurants are