I need it, man. I play it in my car (which is looking more and more like someone lives in it) on the way to work from the house I live in with my ex-boyfriend which is not renting. It's not even showing anymore.
One sordid night several weeks back, I left my lilac loveseat sleeper weeping and asked him to hold me. He tossed his laptop all asunder whilst shouting, "Absolutely!" So all snotty and shaking, I proceeded to the bedroom and crawled on the bed where I felt his arms slide around me. You can probably guess where that went. So for the next few weeks we struggled back and forth with trying to balance a failed relationship with sleeping together until he threw his A&W root beer mug into the mirrored closet doors in the master bedroom. They shattered instantly. I followed him into the backyard, sobbing in disbelief that he'd broken the mirrors before holing myself back up in my home office where I remain to this day.
Does anyone want to adopt me? I'm 32 years old, but I've been told I look a lot younger.