I feel like a grouchy beanbag today. Floppy, listless and out of shape, and in a bad mood. I need another beanbag to lie on.
I think I am turning into a potato too. All I think about the whole day is dumping myself on the couch and starring at the idiot-box, and eating my own kind, which i can't, since I am a brace-face now.
Actually, maybe the telly shouldn't be called an idiot 'box' anymore. Nowadays its more like a flat thing that flashes bright lights and has super high contrast ratios, which altogether hypnotizes you into a dreamy trance.
Maybe thats why we have a world full of lumpy couch potatoes. And unfortunately, I'm one of them.
Why can't i be a couch carrot? At least they are orange.
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