I live more like a bachelorette than any kind of homemaker, so most of the restaurants around here know me by name. See, I live with my brother and all but a.) he only knows how to cook omlettes, and b.) I'm 20, I'm not waiting for the guy to cook for me. c.) There's this place right beside campus called Jay's that sells THE BEST mexican food... *drool*

Anyway, yeah. I only go grocery shopping when I actually feel like have the time to cook. And when the prices aren't abominable. I mean, 13 bucks for friggin New York Strip steak?