So because I ate small amount of fruit before taking my dad to the doctor this morning, Burger King decides to give me the finger by telling me that they stop serving breakfast around 11am. In other words, I can only have breakfast when THEY say I can. "Have it your way!" my anus!
My friend became an orphan after his mom died back in January, and now his grandma died. One option he has is to get a job where I'm at (because he's been unemployed for a few years), have his house's landlord pair him up with two roommates, and split the costs with them. Another option would be to move in with his uncle who lives out of state. I'm hoping the former works out because he's like a brother to me.