So I'm just sitting here after my forced vacation of two weeks incarceration staring at the screen listening to the coffee pot huffing and the timer on the oven ticking. Supper is ready. Every one of the appliances I own cooperate with the rental unit to beat the hell out of me in one way or another. I heard Nicolette died for this.
Amanda, my coffee pot couldn't be happier, even if she has to hide in my room labelled 'Proctored Silex'. It's a joke between us. She loves how hard hitting her element is when dealing with magically inducing pimping parents and adults who just do not know how to read. I love her. I can yell at her forever about the way things are and she only replies by hushing me a few times.... So I look at HUSH.com and decide it's not all about sex. Amanda is a damn coffee pot and my coffee she makes satisfies me better than any ex lover I've ever been with. Though that is for another story part just before wattpad culls me from it's site for having wrote of something my elders or peers could not have done.. Two hundred words.
