High Maintenance.
Once there entered a raccoon in my room!
And I learnt something of myself.
Cold. I am (?)]. I have (!).
OOoo. Call my parole officer, someone! Owe, he's there always. Now isn't he? ;)
So here goes nothing! [<~Copied]
I liek collecting pillows in my bed [Small, big, puffy, ugly], and spread various blankets and quilts around. Pink blanket, bloo blanket. Thick quilt. And put on my favorite music on as low as what a red ant would want to hear. Read a cheezy novel. Covered in a lot of cozy stuff. Lying on multiple sheets. With tissues all around.
Snnezing.
Aaaaachhhoooon!
I feel liek a Meg Ryan from 'When Harry met Sally' movie.
High maintenance.
Owe, and replace the "I" with "A raccoon".
PS: I liek my new red toe nails.
And the cold.
*Sneezes*
Bloops in your shirt pocket.
:)
Ain't I the sweetest thing? :)
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