When furniture nails me on my dependence, I get this weak feeling for the first few minutes, like, "Oh, why didn't I pay more," and then I realize... HEY. You are furniture. I bought you. You are mine. I tell you what you're worth. 
► I do silly scribbles. Dorky doodles. You do giggles, knee slaps and maybe gaseous expulsions.
No comments:
Post a Comment