Someone please get me out of here.
I am a prisoner in my own home.
First they kicked me out of my room. They won't sleep on our new $1400 futon.
Now there's a Bill O'Reilly book on my dining room table.
What's next? A testifying intervention? "Have you accepted Jesus Christ as your personal Lord and Savior, Claire? Huh? HUH???? Are we going to see you in heaven??"
They've talked about zits and shingles and they don't know what wheatgrass is and I am trying to keep from running away for the weekend but I don't know if I'll succeed.
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