Transition: NEW SITE; same me!

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Kou, The Content Creator



Adulting: You Need A Budget.

“Girl, I know.”
I’ve been trying to get more serious about my finances. I’ve always been pretty frugal overall. Somehow, I was still able to get my hands on free stuff, but I knew there was more to money than just not buying things.

Part one. I learned in college that cheaper isn’t always better.
There was a particular lotion that I used to use. It worked so well on me. I really wanted to save money, so I got the knock-off brand. Broke out into a rash and returned that lotion. No more shortcuts for me!

Part two. What am I saving for?
I so didn’t like to spend money that I would allow the buttons on my shirt to fall off, my jeans to rip and my shoes to talk before I would even think about purchasing new clothes. It usually took until someone yelled at me before you saw anything new in my closet.

Part three. Minimalism Rocks.
Last year, I cleaned my room with the KonMari method. I was able to see what I needed and what I wanted. The more space I made, the more I was able to determine what was required. I avoided specific two for one sales, especially if I knew I didn’t need those items at all. The goal is to get clothes that will last for years, or when it’s time to donate, the receiver would be able to wear it for as long as they need to.
I learned that less is more. And I realized that I just didn’t need more stuff.
But despite all my lessons, I wanted to grow some money. I started following the “Financial Diet,” I read “You are a Badass at Making Money,” I looked up tips from Tiffany the Budgetnista, Dave Ramsey, and some others. I was disappointed to find out that some of their suggestions I was already doing…except the most important one that they all screamed in my face- “SIS, YOU NEED A BUDGET!”

“NO,” I’d shout back, “YOU NEED A BUDGET!”
“Alright, Kou,” the Financial Diet stepped forward.
“We’ll try something else,” Jen Sincero said.
“…For now…” warned The Budgetnista.
“But do NOT forget,” said Dave Ramsey.
“YOU. NEED. A. BUDGET!!!!!” They shouted in unison.
Massaging my earlobes, I sighed, “Alright. We’ll discuss it later.”

I remember my brother suggesting years ago that I should take out a certain amount of cash per week as spending money. I thought it was a great idea that I decided to do during my year of unemployment.

I would place all my coins in a jar until I heard a representative from The Financial Diet suggest that every five dollar bill you get back you should save. So in a jar, the bills went with the loose change.

Some months later, I did some deep soul searching about what I wanted as a career. I realized that I was about to give up a job with benefits. One of them being a 401K plan that would have been the key to me having a steady normal life. Then I realized, I wasn’t normal. So I decided to use all my fives and change to open a Roth IRA. That was my adulting win.

…But of course, I still need a budget.

The What the Kou Experience: McDonald’s

Dear McDonald’s,

“Please, stop tryna play me. We was koo’ but YOU ARE DOING THE MOST!” (Emotional accent)

All I want is water to hydrate myself.


First Encounter:

I was feeling a bit parched as I drove to the drive-thru hoping that you would give me relief. Instead you shattered my heart and gave me water in a cup and charged me $1.08 for it. Did this water come from the tears of the great god of the Nile river, Sobek (to whom I read about on Google). Had it been filtered by the rays of the rising sun? Will it heal all my ailments and will my hair rise to touch the stars in the sky?

Was it the water which Jesus and Peter walked on or had it been pre-blessed? Was it the same water that Lapis Lazulis from Steven Universe tried to fly back to Homeworld with? Did it come from the beautiful shores of West Africa?

Second Encounter:

The other day, McDonald’s, I went to your store, again. My body yearned for hydration. One of your representatives informed me you only give out bottled water…

But McDonald’s, your water does do something miraculous. It transformed me, renewed me, and allowed me to be better than I was…


…it inspired me to carry around my own bottled water from home.




A Changed Woman,




$20 for a Small Pizza

I bubbled with excitement as I ran up to Anthony’s Coal Fire Pizza on Friday. It was extremely crowded when I entered the foyer. I stood with several other people who looked as though they’ve been waiting for a while. I saw a woman with a clipboard at the door. She looked, seemingly, over my head at the outer door and back at the clipboard. A couple walked in and strolled by me. She welcomed them warmly. I stormed pass the three of them to a man in a burgundy Anthony’s Coal Fire Shirt. Once he was through speaking with one of the guest I got his attention, “Do you do takeout?”

“Of course we do,” his genuine excitement brought me back to a better mood, “Please, follow me!”

Sliding through the tight crowd of guests and employees he lead me to the back where they took takeout orders. The waitress who took my order was kind, patient and meant business. Not understanding the menu, I requested a small chicken and pepperoni pizza. It couldn’t be expensive could it?

“Twenty five, fifty,” she told me.

Twenty? I gave her my card in hopes that they would bring out a large pizza and I could say, “I actually ordered a small.”

I stood against the wall with other people who were waiting. The smell of alcohol mixed with, what I would guess, burning dough filled the air.

A young waitress walked up to us, the people waiting for their orders, and asked if we wanted water. She walked to the back and returned with glasses of ice water and straws. I was impressed. I knew that it had to be a long wait and I was in love with the idea that we were treated with the same hospitality as those who dined in.

Yet, I was still concerned about the price. I texted my friend who waited outside. He suggested that perhaps they were creating two pizzas instead of one. I marched right up to the takeout counter and asked for an itemized version of my receipt. I learned that it was “part specialized”, plus state and county tax.

I finally received my small box of pizza and met my friend in the car. When we opened the box we saw pepperoni thrown on on the flattened bread with bits of chicken here and there slapped with some grease and sauce. We took our slices. Parts of our crust were burnt and the chicken was unseasoned. Disappointed, I learned that store bought pizza was definitely better.

Overall, the service was good but the pizza- at least the one I had, was not worth the hype…but ESPECIALLY not the price.