Monday, September 29, 2008

The Unscrupulous Magnet Thief

...will be discussed later.

So, my room has been invaded. Ditto my brain it would seem, by an American girl bopping away her teens by beginning sentences with "so".

However, the main point is that I entered my newly de-trashified room earlier today only to discover that trusty mcholey had been replaced with whitey o'trampoline.

R.I.P. old pillow. I think it was the two giant holes in your sides that doomed you. Now it takes a special kind of feathered down softeness to make one tolerate a chasm capable of phagocytosing a hand in a crucial piece of bedding. That, or a special kind of laziness and intertia hybrid. Either way: I am wary of the foreign invader.

Guess it comes with the territory of a house-wide "spring clean".

The discoveries have been varied. From my exciting collection of wrapping paper and Dolly Magazines dating back to the Bec and Beau days, to a laser pointer that projects the words "Fifa World Cup, France!" onto the wall, the excitement is unceasing.

So thrilling that i've stuffed the unsortable into a box and saved it for summer holidays.

Rad.

I can't think of an end, so I'll just put three dots.

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and a colon.

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