Prodigy's Life in Vague, Enigmatic, Slightly Confusing Terms

This diary does not (entirely) reflect my life, but perhaps my sole purpose of living: to have you leave more confused than you came in. Everything within is the truth, if you can manage to decipher it. Viel gluck, meine landeskunde.


158. Monday, January 4th.

I've come to the conclusion that I need a job. I came to this conclusion because I need money. I came to that conclusion because I need this adorable little robot in my life. If you haven't seen it already, brace yourself. It's so cute that I just want to strangle it.



Anyway, after deciding that I needed one of these, I checked my bank account, cringed, and began researching possible ways to get money quickly (all of which are legal and none of which have gotten me more than .50 cents in the past 48 hours so yanno). Most of them involve mindless, menial tasks for very little pay, but the perks are that they don't require me to leave the house, and, well, that's a selling feature, isn't it? Well, it's not selling me any BB8s if you know what I'm talking about. 


So the takeaway is this: If anyone can hook me up with either some quick cash or a black market organ poacher who might be amenable to trading, say, a kidney for a mini robot, that'd be cool. Cheers.

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