A Tale Of Two Mattresses
Sah-weet! So I just moved in with my grandfolks here in Rohnert Park, and until today I had to sleep on a bunk bed (bunk being the key word here). I hated it. No room to move around, and I couldn’t even get on the top bunk for fear of it toppling over. It’s not that I’m fat or anything, I’ve just had some bad experiences… But those are for another time. I’m going to move my sweet queen/long sized bed in here, it’s gonna be awesome. I’ll post some before and after pics, for sure. Breakfast is calling me. Oh dear, do I smell bacon? All right, very nice!
Note to self: remember park, fighting, tv, screaming, imagination, cat in sewer (20 minutes), Scientist album, talk-tube, scared the fuck outta here.
NTS2: Edit this blog, fix the pages and such. You know how you like it. Rename it, too.
