I have the good toilet paper

7 Feb

I’ve turned into an old lady since slightly before my 5th 29th birthday. I’m even crankier in the mornings, I need even more sleep, I have a bedtime now, I’m stuck in my routines which makes having houseguests a unique form of torture for me, I can’t drink white wine after dinner and I carry antacids in my purse. As I grow older, one of my best friends has decided she would rather be 22 again for some reason.

One night, late at night *eyeroll* – it was like 9pm – she called and told me we were going out ‘dancing’. Now, this is Albuquerque on a school night, there is nowhere to go out dancing and if you pretend to you end up in some total amateur shit hole questioning your life decisions and wondering how humanity could have failed us so colossally.

I considered my sweatpants, my pizza bagels, and the fancy toilet paper I had just bought. I thought about pillows and snuggling Frank and warm running water.

Instead of saying anything coherent or normal I answered “No, I don’t know what kind of toilet paper they are going to have.”

This is what my life has become.

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