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26.11.2005 - 17:45 It's been three months, and I finally got the sheets I've been dreaming about. *melt* Now to clean my room... . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . POST SCRIPT: For those of you that never read this, I would like to remind you that I'm a man. Please ignore this entry about me being ecstatic about buying sheets and then wanting to clean my room. I'm painfully aware that it sounds a little, well, not straight. POST-POST SCRIPT: There's really no possible way for me to try and rectify the situation with me and wanting these sheets. Just when I finished writing this, I thought to myself, "I just wrote an entry that talked about me wanting two pairs of sheets for three months, waiting until I had the money, and then taking two buses just to buy them." Everyone. I'm really sorry. POST POST POST...SHUT UP: Did I really just *melt* up there? There's really no excuse for my behavior today.
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