EXHIBIT A: My Bedroom
1: Very uncomfortable, rickety, regular-length twin bed with two pillows that must be used simultaneously for effect
2: One end table
3: “ME” art by me
4: Copy of LADY MOOD 11: I Jerked Off, a mini menstrual memoir by me
Not visible in picture:
1. Left-where-last-used vibrator and a nearly empty bottle of lube*, lid left open in haste
2. Floor-to-ceiling cat condo
3. Toilet seat I’ve refused to fix for six years that will fall down immediately and hit your vulnerable junk
PLEASE NOTE: I have removed the gigantic “DEAD INSIDE” sign that was the direct focal point from the bed. This is clearly substantial emotional growth in the direction of human intimacy.
PLEASE ALSO NOTE: I sometimes remember to mention that thing about the toilet seat ahead of time. But then again, sometimes I forget.
*The Ronnie D Story
In Case You Were Wondering . . .
Sometimes Ronnie D writes funny stuff. Sometimes she writes desperate teenage prose. Most times she just slams her feeble, little woman-hand onto the keyboard in an attempt to feel something, anything.