I don't own a magical couch like the one next door...the one with the power to make everything better. In fact, I don't even own a share of this miracle sofa. My couch doesn't cure hangovers, calm children, or make insomniacs sleep. My couch is just an ugly old couch. But, somehow, last night, for one evening only, my friendly little couch became a perfect red couch and I fell asleep before 10. Niiiiiiiiiiiice.
Thursday, December 20, 2007
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