I have everything other than my bed frame. (I don't want to talk about the bed frame. Argh!) IT IS SO BEAUTIFUL. I got into bed at 6pm last night and worked out in there, played "steam roller" by myself and my pillows, danced around, did gymnastics, and basically had the best time I've ever had in a bed. (Wow. I may kill myself after that statement.)
I think I'm in love with furniture and bedding. It's getting serious, y'all.
Seriously. I'm in love. It's ginormous, and it's kind of lonely, (which I didn't expect), but that's okay. I already fell off it once because I was dancing around on the bottom. That's just me. Of course I fall off the bed that's 84 inches long. Yep.
I LOVES IT. I have no feelings for anyone in my life other than my bed. (The no feelings thing should help....)
Also. I reactivated my facebook. I just can't stay away. I'm pathetic. I wanted to so badly. Instead, I'll just stay away from things that make me unhappy. I don't have much self control, but I can try. I will stay away from things that make me unhappy. I will stay away from things that make me unhappy. (Repeating it means I'll actually stay away.)