I know I'm a cliche. In fact I cling to that knowledge with hope because it means I'm not the first person to slide down the slippery slopes of crazy. However the actual cliche that I am elludes me; take last night for example...
I sat at home, watching movies by myself and eating Betty Crocker icing straight out of the tub (french vanilla flavoured). Classy I know and it would make you think that I'm well on my way to becoming "that old cat lady." But compare that with what I ate for supper: deep fried chicken and beer. No vegetables. No side dishes. Just straight up chicken. Apparently I'm a middle-aged man.
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I've drank over 5 cups of coffee in the last 4 hours.
I'm a lunatic on a caffine fix.
What is the world coming to? No wonder we're single.
Much love from the NIsh
Katho
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