Text Exchange Tuesday Re: Old Age and Butter
Marianne: And death is right around the corner so who cares about clogged arteries?
Lisa: Totally. Probably I’ll take up smoking too.
Lisa: Right. I’m not planning on leaving the porch, so.
Marianne: As long as you remember to feed the cats.
Lisa: Oh I’ll just dump out a giant sack of dry food about once a week.
Marianne: Yeah. Just have your groceries delivered. What else is there to worry about.
Lisa: I can’t wait, dude.
Marianne: Reading, eating, shooting up. Sounds pretty awesome.
Lisa: AND having groceries delivered? That’s the icing on the whole wasted cake.
Marianne: A little spying on the neighbors mixed in for sport.
And don’t THINK I won’t be naked pretty much all the time.
What do I care?
You don’t like the sight of my wrinkly, butter-gorged body? DON’T LOOK!
Lisa: Yes! I’m more interested in those housedresses, which I will wear with house slippers. And maybe knee high hose.
Marianne: Right. That sounds good. That can be my “leaving the house” outfit.
Like when I have to go score more smack.
Lisa: You’re going to be so fancy!
Marianne: I KNOW! People will love it.
Lisa: I know I will.
Who gives a fuck about anyone else? I barely do now.
Marianne: Especially Milli. Who will most likely still be alive at that point. Much to my chagrin.
Milli and cockroaches.
Marianne: You and I will exchange butter-centric recipes and talk about how young people today are a disgrace.
Lisa: Wait, how’s that different from now?
Young people today are a disgrace!
Marianne: True. Good point.
Lisa: And butter IS the answer.
Marianne: I know.
But I try to give somewhat of a fuck regarding not cooking with thousands of sticks of butter.
Why do I try to deny it?
Lisa: I’m not sure. It’s always correct. What’s wrong with my stew? Needs more butter!
Marianne: Haha! Yes.
Lisa: Why does Brad throw up my chili? Probably because I don’t put butter in it! Well, I do now. But back then I didn’t.
Marianne: HAHA! (angry smile)
Marianne: This meat is a strange color. Well, did you add butter, yet?
Lisa: Right. Once when B and I were dating, he came over to watch football and I decided to make shrimp scampi.
He was working out and everything at this point. You know, single.
Marianne: Yeah, what a waste that bullshit is.
Lisa: He came into the kitchen just as I was throwing an entire stick of butter into the skillet.
He immediately turned around and walked out.
Marianne: Haha! Was he horrified?
Lisa: Of course. But damned if he didn’t eat it.
Marianne: I bet he threw down on it at dinnertime, tho.
Lisa: You know it.
Marianne: Of course.
Because the shit is GOOD.
Olivia’s been known to try to sneak a stick of butter out of the fridge.
Lisa: Can you blame her?
Obv this is TExT for tomorrow, right?
Lisa: Haha! Yes.