gambitgirlie

Yay! Bookcase!

I am very excited about my new bookcase. I have an insane amount of books, and no home for most of them. They live on the floor, in the kitchen cabinets, in the shower, under the bed, on the windowsill... you get the idea. Now I have a giant fuck-off bookcase that will hold all of them! (Well, maybe not all of them. Maybe 50%. No, 20%. Wait, 5% of them. Damn it! I need another bookcase now!) The rest will continue to reside where ever they lay down to sleep. But I am excited because I put it together myself, and got to hammer in all the nails. I never get to do the hammering part. Someone is always taking the hammer from me so I don't hurt them. (cough, cough...dannyboy cough, cough) I only smashed their finger ONE time. Geez. (Ok, maybe it was twice. Or three times. No, wait. I think it was 5%. That's right. Fingers smashed 5% of the time...)

I just noticed that this the most ridicuous and unneccessary entry I have made to date. (What is its' purpose Nicole???) As such, I have decided to cut myself off, journalistically speaking.