I’ve been tired and run down, and feel forced to conserve my energy. There are friends I want to talk with but just can’t right now, when I fantacize about splitting in two so half of me could be sleeping while the other paints the attic. Some years ago, a nerd pile-on determined that the universe had a color that is roughly similar to a neutral bone color, though initially the universe’s true hue was a peculiar light green. NASA, you vex decorators! I can’t take so much into account without a roller extender. A karma-conscious gal can’t tune into her aura with the spectre of future accent walls blocking her chi!
But enough about me! While you contemplate what you think of my color scheme, I’m mulling over this:
The government defines poverty as an annual income of only $16,227 for a family of three.
In 1985, I took a job at a fast food joint making $16,500. I had a baby, an employed boyfriend and a small apartment in Perth Amboy.
My current apartment, which is modest, is approximately $12,000 a year without utilities.
Where in New Jersey do people making $16,227 in 2008 live?