An edit from an earlier post.
So, I was wrong. And right, kind of.
My uncle is bringing my mattress for me.
He said he would do it, like, five days ago. But hell, at least I have my bed.
Cliche for the day: You never know what you have until it's gone.
In this case, my mattress.
I love my mattress. I'll never mistreat it again.
God, I'm so weird.
My uncle is bringing my mattress for me.
He said he would do it, like, five days ago. But hell, at least I have my bed.
Cliche for the day: You never know what you have until it's gone.
In this case, my mattress.
I love my mattress. I'll never mistreat it again.
God, I'm so weird.