Stupid bed that causes Sarah taco-ness. Grrr. Stupid fucking rachel decides to jump on my bed and she breaks the back support (this is a futon, a FUTON)and it bends so bad that it pops the bolts out of the side rail, and then when I tell her that she actually broke it she giggles and goes "that sucks" She doesn't even say sorry. I was thinking we could probably go pick up a new support, but over the last month, things have been crazy. And, I am rather dumb because when I rearranged my room, I didn't pay attention to how I was putting the bed back, and so if you fold it up, it faces the wall. So, I can't have it down because it squishes all the shit under my bed and causes me to roll off the edge, so for the last month, I've had it folded up backward, and I have to hop over the back to get into bed. Which doesn't help the bent mainframe or the broken siderail or the fact that it's already fucked up. So now, since I'm not moving to Cedar City like we all thought, I think that I should just get a nice, decent bed. I've never had a BED. I have gone... in my lifetime... cradle crib mom's old trundle bed bunkbed (bottom) Bunk bed (top) mom's floor bunk bed (bottom) bunk bed mattress on floor shitty bar futon for 5 weeks in OKC shitty bunk bed mattress on a box spring from the DI and a shitty metal frame (this was for four years... and it began to eat me) and a futon for the last not quite a year. I want a BED. Like that gorgeous pillowtop dad and Eric have. mm. Sounds good. I want squishy support that doesn't make creepy metal creak noises when I move even the slightest. Cry. I need a job So I can pay for college in August. SLCC, never considered it until the last few months. I applied at Discover Card. Hopefully I get on there, because it's $11.00 starting, and it's close enough I could ride my bike. Still wants my car though. Ahh. The summer arrives. I have a wedding to go to tomorrow. I take pictures and read from the Prophet (Kahlil Gibran). Go me and crazy family goth weddings.