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Here's why the new year sucks:

  1. I've been put on a diet
  2. My old familiar, smelly mattresses were replaced by 2 new ones
  3. The parents bought a 'plane.
I feel compelled to resort to neurotic behavior. I've been sleeping on top of my tree since January 1, molesting my own tail and relentlessly pacing in my room. Does anyone care? No. Does anyone even notice? No.

4. The world is indifferent to me.

 

 

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Happiness is an unlimited suply of gourmet food. Asked by many if I ever yearn to be free, the answer is an unequivocal "NO". Would you rather eat apples baked in wine & cinnamon and capon stuffed with dressing or road kill and leftovers confined to the garbage can? See what I mean? Only the most demented would choose the latter.

 

I mean NOW

 

 

It's better to be poor than rich. Ergo, it's my duty to see that my parents remain impoverished. Poor people can't afford to take trips. With the help of the cat pack, I feel obligated to trash the house on a regular basis to keep the parents in debt. Besides, it provides employment for the local craftsmen.

 

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