Okay, as sad as that subject sounds, it's the truth. There are many things that you would not wish to find in your bed. Many of which I have, on occasion, found in my bed.
A bug that your cat brought in as a 'present', is one example of things-you-do-not-want-to-find-in-your-bed-that-I-have-found-in-my-bed. And I only 'found' it because I acidentaly squished it while I was sleeping. Not pleasant.
Another thing you do not wish to find in your bed is your little brother. It's just not something you want to wake up to.
Yet another example is cat poop. It wasn't in my bed, persay, but on it. Not that it made it any less disgusting, mind you.
The most recent example is the remains of a dead bird. With feathers littered everywhere around the room. Let me tell you, I'm so glad I didn't actually sit on it. I was centimeters away from it, though. And it was just... lying there... being... dead. It was horrible. And then my cat came up to me and purred and tried to get me to pet her and I just ran out of there. And then what do you know but we end up having chicken for dinner, of all things. I literally could not eat it.
So yeah. Though it seems wierd, there are many things that you just do not want to find in your bed.
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Mercy is something you can eat; again, and again, as the juice spills over your chin. You can wipe it away with the back of your hand. And you can never get enough.