I’m rich, so I have a little thing called “central heat.” But if I were poor, I’d spend my last dollars on one of these brightly-colored radiators. Then I’d spend my last cents on enough over-the-counter pain pills to overdose and die. Because I’d seriously rather be dead than be poor. But I’d rather be psychic than dead, because if you can see the future, you can really fuck with people.

psychic!!!

via lots of blogs, because I may be rich, but I’m also slow.