Why does every stinking day have to be so bothersome?I try to have one day where my depressing existence doesn't remind me of her. My nice sleep is woken up every morning by her alarm clock (a sad one that sounds like a broken robot to me). I wish that one day I could have just a little peace. Oh well I guess that will never happen. Next she takes forever to get ready in the morning. Making my somewhat peaceful morning into a ruckus. I guess this is how my entire life is going to be. Everyday. The exact same. Oh wellllll. Then she finally leaves and then the huge creature comes. Silently. It sticks its nose into my face. I try to hide, but I can't move.... One of these days the cat is going to eat me. I am sure of it. And I won't run because I can't. Oh well. Then the sun rises showing the dust. Oh how much dust is in her room. I'm allergic to du... du... ACHOO! dust, but what does she care? Oh well. I guess I'll just have to get used... used.... ACHOO! used to it. This is everything that happens in the bland bothersome day in the life of me, Eeyore.
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