My Disgrace

If you’ve wondered how come i take so long to clean my room.

This is why!

Rudy  and me were online :-

Fairy: I’m putting up a photo of my room
Rudy: Are you sure you want to do that…
Fairy: I don’t mind. I don’t care. I love it for all its many flaws.
Rudy: *keeps comments to self*
Fairy: …..

It seems cleaning my room has become an adventure somewhat.
I keep on having all these mixed emotions with things i find…

I guffawed at this awesome cartoon yishyene  and i drew together when we were 16…
… cried reading this emo-sial letter found in between my old mags…
… happy happy joy joy discovering i still own my  c r a y o n s  from when i was THREE years old!
… perplexed on finding i have all sorts of balloons : heart ones, rabbit ones, smiley face ones, omg where DID they come from…

And the best one yet.

Absolutely flabbergasted when i found a toy gun.

A TOY GUN.

I have NO CLUE where it came from…

My best bet is perhaps i brought it home when i was drunk and don’t remember.

Anyway. This just proves my room is so happening.
Do *you* have a toy gun in hiding in your room?
No. I didn’t think so.

Aaron wants the damn toy gun so badly.
I don’t know why.
He asked me for it about five times tonight.
And just when i thought he was over it (i just wanted to make things hard for him, see) we were having a nice soothing chat outside my house.

At one point, he was looking at me really sweetly.
So i thought, oh is he going to say something nice…
After a few seconds, he said “Can i have the toy gun please?”  with big puss-in-boots eyes.
I was like, “….. …. No.”

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