Omelets with bacon instead of ham.
Surly fast food workers. Go ahead, spit in my coffee.
Ants. Leave my crumbs alone.
Unwanted neck hair.
Mattress covers that do not fit.
Peanuts, the comic strip. Charles Schultz is 15 years dead.
I am done with swimsuit models. Truthfully, that was not my decision.
Bus stops full of unsanitary people.
I am done with stressing over things I can't control. Like peeing straight.
I am seeking a happy place were I can think and create.
I'm thinking of your basement. Oh, I am not done with you.
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