Once again, I'm in front of a television, slurping in the tenderest noodle into my throat from the ramen bowl. Slurp. Then I realized… I'm actually sick of eating this. Big Sis won't like me doing this, but she said she'd be gone for a week now so…
Thud.
Fuu… I put down the half eaten ramen on the table. If Big Sis sees this she'd be like, 'Hey, don't you know how expensive ramen is? Two dollars. Two freaking dollars! Unacceptable! When I'm famous enough, I'd complain about this pricing. In fact, I think ramen should be free… not to everyone, but me—who truly can understand how worthy their existence is in this world.'
