Against My Will

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July 18, 2006

Against My Will

Have I told you about my bed? No? Well, it hates me. I don't know what happened. I don't know what I did that caused it to harbor such a vendetta against me, but every night, my bed tries to kill me. And not just me- King Pen, too. This bed is blood thirsty. By morning, we are contorted, twisted, anguished beings.

The bed must die.

We need a new mattress, in the worst kind of way. But who wants to buy a mattress? Seriously! There are other, much more important things we need to be saving for and buying--- some dumb mattress wasn't in the plan. It really ticks me off. (Get it? ticked - mattress? too obscure? oh well.) But, what can ya do? My back will not last the week if we don't do something, so we give in to the evil dictator bed. Yes, yes. New mattress. Coming, Master.

Jerk.

I hate buying boring stuff.

The Daily | By WonderGirl | 10:38 AM