The objects in my house
The objects in my house
I love my house, i've been living here for four years and i still love it like when i first moved in. The objects in my house are what irritate me. Only some of them though. They all have their own personalities, which drives me crazy sometimes. Its like they know exactly what they want and don't want. Bizarre, right ? Some of them try to co-operate with me but the others try to test me. Either way, I know what i'll get from all of them.
First, Let me tell you about the objects in my room. There's my wonderful bed. I love my bed the most. Say i came home from a hard day of work and school, my bed would be there to comfort me, it really would understand how tired i am. The silky, warm sheets and comforter are so warm and smell of home. as soon as i lay my head on the soft pillow, i dream on and on. I consider it my best friend because i always want us to be together. I believe that it has my best interest at heart and is looking out for me all of the time. Then there's my alarm clock. It's after me, i just know it. It's so jealous of my relationship with my bed that it's always trying to tear us apart. So childlike. The thing plots against me all night and then get me every morning at about 5:15. It the worst object of them all. I' ll talk about the plant in the corner of my room now. That darn plant is in cahoots with the alarm clock, it always makes this funny shape at night when i turn the light off so that it makes a weird shadow on the ceiling that scares me. Then when i turn the light on to check, it acts normal again. Sneaky. Luckily i have my pretty pink lamp on my nightstand to turn on so i can keep an eye on it. Last but not least, it's my tv. I think it plots against me too sometimes because it brings on all of the good shows as soon as i try to do my homework, always trying to distract me.
Now let me tell you about my kitchen, if it was up to me, i'd get rid of kitchens all together because all of the objects in that room
I love my house, i've been living here for four years and i still love it like when i first moved in. The objects in my house are what irritate me. Only some of them though. They all have their own personalities, which drives me crazy sometimes. Its like they know exactly what they want and don't want. Bizarre, right ? Some of them try to co-operate with me but the others try to test me. Either way, I know what i'll get from all of them.
First, Let me tell you about the objects in my room. There's my wonderful bed. I love my bed the most. Say i came home from a hard day of work and school, my bed would be there to comfort me, it really would understand how tired i am. The silky, warm sheets and comforter are so warm and smell of home. as soon as i lay my head on the soft pillow, i dream on and on. I consider it my best friend because i always want us to be together. I believe that it has my best interest at heart and is looking out for me all of the time. Then there's my alarm clock. It's after me, i just know it. It's so jealous of my relationship with my bed that it's always trying to tear us apart. So childlike. The thing plots against me all night and then get me every morning at about 5:15. It the worst object of them all. I' ll talk about the plant in the corner of my room now. That darn plant is in cahoots with the alarm clock, it always makes this funny shape at night when i turn the light off so that it makes a weird shadow on the ceiling that scares me. Then when i turn the light on to check, it acts normal again. Sneaky. Luckily i have my pretty pink lamp on my nightstand to turn on so i can keep an eye on it. Last but not least, it's my tv. I think it plots against me too sometimes because it brings on all of the good shows as soon as i try to do my homework, always trying to distract me.
Now let me tell you about my kitchen, if it was up to me, i'd get rid of kitchens all together because all of the objects in that room