Cheryl Goh the inconsistent blogger

Let me bond with the bed

 

Today was a productive day spent primarily bonding with a bed I’ve been neglecting. It could not have been done without the support of my red stable table, purchased from Ikea during working hours, after devouring a dozen Swedish meatballs which Jason firmly believes derives it’s primary ingredients from bull testicles, dipped in some red sauce which is definitely not cranberry sauce.  

 

So  I’ve decided to give my red stable table a name.  Seems fair to name the furniture which permits me to save unprecedented amount of calories, by allowing me to surf the Internet from the comforts of my bed while sipping chilled, sweeten, processed, preserved Yeo’s soya bean served by the boyfriend because the fridge was closer to him than it was to me.

 

“Baby, can I have a refill?”

 

I think I am rambling. Do you think I am rambling? It must be because my brain’s been infused with insanely super human amounts of alcohol and R&B in the past few days, coupled with a lack of sleep and too much carbohydrates consumed during supper at various locations across KL due to the midnight munchies brought on by consuming insanely super human amounts of alcohol and too much R&B.

 

I shall name my red stable table Siren.