I love you.
The guy who pumps my gas tried to rob me of 5 dollars. I wasn't having it, so I yelled, and said "Where's your manager?!" and I never said that before. It was liberating. I felt like a grown up.
I also cooked my own dinner tonight. On the stove, not the microwave. That made me feel like a grown up too, but that part wasn't liberating. It sucked.
I like watching people yawn.
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