Living and Working in the Washington, D.C Metropolitan area.
BWUHAHAHAHAHAHA.
I'm a little confused. Ground zero for nuclear war, the biggest target on Earth (there's an X on the top of the White House on the maps of every country on earth except us), and the general reality I see is that I could rent here, live here, work here, just not eat here.
Very, very frustrating. You see, I've become accustomed to a certain standard of living. OK, I'm a snob. A big, fat, white American snob. True, my pappy came from the swamps, I know what hogshead cheese is, and I've been known to call people Bubba. BUT. I drink single malt scotch, I shop at Sutton Gourmet, and I have a washing machine in my apartment, thank you very much. Of course, I spend four hours a day on the fucking highway, but one must endure sacrifice for the pleasures of prosperity. Very protestant ethic minded I am.
I just want to have my cake and eat it too. But, can I? Oh, questions, mysteries, fucking conundrums.
I'm going to be looking at a different locale tommorow. More expensive, hence the bitching, but almost worth a smaller supply of whiskey.
Posted by Ralphie at February 6, 2026 06:00 PM