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Sometimes I feel like someone has stepped in me and is trying to get me off their shoe.
Two cats are taking turns showing up to my door, while inside Stubs is sitting at my desk watching me type. I intermittently let them in and let them out. I think I may end up with them more in than out. I am becoming a crazy cat guy, and I don't even like cats. I just can't let things suffer, and they keep showing up. Why can't fat guys with money show up to my door. They could buy me things and in return I would feed them.
Tonight I had chicken thighs roasted with onions, fingerling potatoes, carrots. I threw fresh herbs into the mix with just a dab of olive oil. It was better than married sex. I let the chicken smell waft out the door, but still no rich bastards wanting to buy me things, just cats.
I am forty-three and still clueless.No one tells you the things you need to know when you are young. They let you dream about being a star. Everyone wants to live in a Barbie dream house. No one tells you that you may end up alone surrounded by cats.
They never tell you that your job is going to be tedious, your boss an overseer to a system designed to maximise profits. They never tell you that profits are imaginary. Love is as equal to its great joy as it is to its pain. Falling in love and getting married is the easy part. The hard part is dealing with the inevitable loss. You never know when will be the last time you see someone. No one ever makes a movie where two people fall out of love, divorce, and spend the next couple of years fighting over shit. Weddings are a gateway drug, and they aren't even free. We have been sold.
Two cats are taking turns showing up to my door, while inside Stubs is sitting at my desk watching me type. I intermittently let them in and let them out. I think I may end up with them more in than out. I am becoming a crazy cat guy, and I don't even like cats. I just can't let things suffer, and they keep showing up. Why can't fat guys with money show up to my door. They could buy me things and in return I would feed them.
Tonight I had chicken thighs roasted with onions, fingerling potatoes, carrots. I threw fresh herbs into the mix with just a dab of olive oil. It was better than married sex. I let the chicken smell waft out the door, but still no rich bastards wanting to buy me things, just cats.
I am forty-three and still clueless.No one tells you the things you need to know when you are young. They let you dream about being a star. Everyone wants to live in a Barbie dream house. No one tells you that you may end up alone surrounded by cats.
They never tell you that your job is going to be tedious, your boss an overseer to a system designed to maximise profits. They never tell you that profits are imaginary. Love is as equal to its great joy as it is to its pain. Falling in love and getting married is the easy part. The hard part is dealing with the inevitable loss. You never know when will be the last time you see someone. No one ever makes a movie where two people fall out of love, divorce, and spend the next couple of years fighting over shit. Weddings are a gateway drug, and they aren't even free. We have been sold.