I actually don't mind being as old as I am, honestly.  
I'm just having a lot of  how did I get to HERE and I never expected... and  this isn't what I expected moments of late.  It's cliche and annoying and news from the outside world is just pounding it in a little harder.
	
 
		
		
no longer the nicest.
Did you send me three bags of tamarind balls?
	
 
		
		
I am still resentful that there are dishes to be done EVERY SINGLE GODDAMNED DAY.  Sheesh.
Also, when I was going to order pizza with a friend who has a live-in lovah, and she wanted me to call because she "always has to call at her house"?  Dude.  I ALWAYS have to call at my house.
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Paper plates, Jesse.  Paper plates and takeout.
	
 
		
		
I make people call because I'm phone phobic. But it's a thing.
I did not, obviously, Perkins. But shouldn't the nicest NOT have favorites?
	
 
		
		
I think the cats lure him under there with promises of steak and then laugh at him when he can't get out.
My friends had a scottie puppy whose legs were too short to manage going down the staircase.  The cats would lure him upstairs at the slightest opportunity then head back down a few steps and preen on the stairs while he went crazy up at the top.
	
 
		
		
I don't mind dishes.  Doing dishes is relaxing.  
I hate calling too.  I need to get over it.
Cats=evil.  I like 'em that way.
	
 
		
		
 Paper plates, Jesse. Paper plates and takeout.
Too spendy.  Anyway, I actually like eating and drinking off real stuff.
	
 
		
		
So basically, you need to pay me a millionjillion dollars to do your dishes, kay?
	
 
		
		
Perfect!!
Who wants to give me a millionjillion dollars??