Went to the supermarket after the gym today. Every six months or so, I get into one of those moods where I decide its time to start cooking meals instead of relying on the delivery guy. I overcompensate and go super healthy.
I've decided I want to eat more raw foods, which I know has become super trendy amongst the communist vegan set. So I bought six oranges.
I also bought some whole wheat eggos, and real maple syrup. There is only a $2 difference between real maple syrup, and the Aunt Jemima fake stuff... that's what I tip the pizza guy who comes to my house every night.
I've decided I want to eat more raw foods, which I know has become super trendy amongst the communist vegan set. So I bought six oranges.
I also bought some whole wheat eggos, and real maple syrup. There is only a $2 difference between real maple syrup, and the Aunt Jemima fake stuff... that's what I tip the pizza guy who comes to my house every night.
Yeah, Graham's the man. The thing about having the balls is this: Which idea makes you feel more happily excited? Working in a cube farm for nowehre near enough pay for a billion years, or working from home on something you're really into until Yahoo! buys you and you can live like a king for work you adore?
Do it.