Nestled in the Lap of Luxury

I'm home now....ahhhh..home. It never dawns on me how peasant like my life actually is until I come home. It's the small things that do it for me; my parents have a freaking basket for holding multiple onions. I have a bag, and make the one onion last for a week. Their regrigerator is stocked with a bunch of shit...most of which they probably never touch. My poor little fridge holds at the most 4-5 items per shelf, and you can see straight to the back of it.I woke up this morning... well afternoon and went downstairs and pondered for many moments what I was going to drink: water, schweppes ginger ale or some exotic island ginger ale, crangrape, pepsi, fruit punch,or HI C orange. At home, I have to pray the entire walk to the kichen for a small sip of something, usually to be met with a trip to Rite Aid with a change purse and buying ONE beverage. (which must last all night....maybe into the morning) There are a plethora of HD movie channels in this place and watching TV here makes the thought of watching TV on such an average screen without High Def almost unfathomable. There are so many hallways, and stairwells to walk up and down. There are so many sofas and chair and places to sit. There are mirrors everywhere. And house phones (odd). And rooms to play in. And pictures to look at. And books to read. (I love reading at home)..there are no sirens, just crickets and birds. There are trees out of my windows, instead of shanty city houses and buildings. I have neighbors who I can't play pattycake with through our windows. I can sit outside on the steps, or on the back porch. There's a garage so i don't have to run everytime I want to go to my car. Having a driveway is pretty awesome, as well.
So this is what families are made of, I suppose. Taking your peasant college life and turning it into just the opposite. I am determined to be the anti-peasant. And little do Sweet Paul and George know, I'm taking all of the herbs and spices and seasonings and parishable items that I can back with me. muhaha!

PS. So my brother has dogs.. one boy and one girl. And I suppose they're semi attracted to one another now. Anyway, I took them out today and they began to have intercourse...right in front of me. I picked up a brisk jog to stop them, and they continued to pound and thrust until I MADE them stop. It's just so strange that animals can just bone....anywhere. They don't care who sees. They don't care about how long they can get it in. They don't care what gender they stick it to. They just absolutely do not care. So Ive concluded that animals are all about the nut. Which is so disturbing because they sit on my lap and I rub them and coo at them and think how little and cute they are. When lo and behold, I may have dog cum dripping down my legs because the little whores just sex one another at whim. ugh. disgusting.