My computer chair just broke. I spent more time with this chair than my couch or my family, I feel more upset than when that cousin I barely knew dies that's for sure. I'm assuming a viking funeral is in order.
I'm in the middle of a cross-country move, and I know that feeling. I went to pack up my PC desk chair and it sort of just....crumbled. Now I have to find another one, dammit. I fear change, especially change related to my butt.
So after burning the chair in a pyre in my backyard I came home today to see a for sale sign on my neighbours house. I am now planning on spending even more time in the yard burning things.
