So I was walking home with my groceries today (ohmygawd, 10kg of sugar, but at least I won't need sugar for a while), and my mother phones. So whateva, we talk. Chat about things. We get along a lot better now that I don't live with her. We're just too much alike (which scares me, let me tell you). Anyway, I mention I have a lead on a bed. A whole bed! Loft bed, a double, with a mattress and a desk underneath. Holy perfect, batman. For $250 (which is at least $150 less than if I bought it new, and this has never been used). So I mention I have a lead on a bed. "What, you mean like a frame for your mattress?" "What? No, I don't have a mattress." "What?! You're still sleeping on the couch?!" "Well, no..." "Where are you sleeping?" "On the floor." "On the cold hard floor?! ROSIE!" "What? Whaaaat?" "We could have given you money for a bed!" "Well! I just figured it was my problem, and so it was my responsibility to deal with it." "...we gave your brother $400 for a bed." "...Hells yes I want money for a bed!" So my mother claims she'll put $250 in my account for the bed, but even if she doesn't, I'll be able to afford it come thursday, so I'm not worried. (Knowing her, though, she probably will. I secretly suspect my parents of being really rather rich. Well, rich by my standards.) Far from worried, I'm thrilled! I'M-A GONNA HAVE A BED! W00t, w00t! Now I just need sexy people to put in it. Oh, and sheets, I suppose. (Thank goodness there's a Winner's near my house. Although I'm never too sure whether I like Winner's or not, I'd much rather buy there, than Wal-Mart. Way, way better quality.) ...I can't believe I carried a 10kg thing of sugar all the way home... . Rosie.
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