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  • I think I am depressed.
    My mind tends to wander, like a sail boat in an.... Blink. Blink.
    The cat walks by.
    He is still mad at me for buying the cheap food.
    That jackass.
    Doesn't he know I already treat him better than most humans?
    I'm drunk now, but he kicks me as he walks by, bringing the burritos into the Johnsons. People get really angry when you get their food order wrong. Sarcastically saying "I'm fine", as a plate of rice slides between two paws, doesn't actually mean you are fine jerk. I am not even trying anymore. I have four meetings right now, but Z doesn't give a fuck, inviting all of us to a wedding as guacamole spills onto tan khaki pants somewhere. Tan khaki pants that lou takes to the cleaners every three months, regardless of how filthy they become with spots of grease and crusty foods.
    In my left hand I have a picture. Just like the fish that quickly ran up and told me "You little shit. You didn't even invite me to your graduation."..then quickly forgot about the diner the Johnson's were hosting. She disappeared after those hasty remarks, and I. Well I couldn't catch up with her. Those damn jets blew me off.
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