Room
So my room's a lil small? A lil personality deficient? A lil overstuffed with junk?
So what?
Atleast I don't live with my parents.
Ok maybe if I were to be dead honest about it, small doesn't cover it...ok fine...maybe it's even a lil cramped...nothing wrong with that. I don't see it.
I happen to like it.
Who am I kidding?
I think I wish I liked it. I pay good money for it. i ought to atleast hope to like it.
Who can like a room that despite your arduous tries at making it representative of the meagre personality that you imagine your bosom harbors, is personality-less.
Much like a hotel room. Very impersonal.
A very very brimful suite. Chock full of every imaginable oddity. And un-oddities also.
Bursting at the seams, maybe even.
Packed like pickles. Packed like sardines in here.
Oh man.
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