just had a good laugh at myself for realizing that i'm back to carrying around the ol' blankie...

well, i know enough now not to take it out of the house. but i actually think i always knew enough not to take it out of the house. at least i have no memories of taking it out of the house.

but, whatever i'm doing in here - reading, typing, watching, playing, recording - is all wrapped up in this blanket. and you're likely to get hit with a frying pan if you think you're taking it away from me.

*disheveled glare*

don't touch ma blankie. fuggin gumamint, stealing blankies. they came right in on some kid in florida, assault rifles, pried the blankie out at gunpoint.

i guess old habits die hard