Monday, March 14, 2011

My Security Blanket

I have a security blanket. It has cats on it. I sleep with it every night; can't sleep without it. Last time I tried I had to get up and shamble around blindly in the middle of the night trying to find it. As pathetic as that is, I think the kicker is that this morning it actually got confiscated so my mom could (finally) wash it... I was sincerely worried that it will not be done washing before bed tonight.

A Sophomore in college and still object-dependent... My future is looking pretty good, I'd say.

7 comments:

Meg said...

Sometimes it scares me how similar we are...

WV: vandat (I think I will make this a permanent fixture of my comments on your blog.)

The Erin said...

I will not object. Verifications are my new favorite thing.

Meg said...

Vulgabli could not be passed over. Also, I need to get off the computer...

Jessica Grosland said...

I have a stuffed-animal cheetah named Jumanji. I sleep with him every night. He's loyal, soft, cuddly, and can eat anyone who tries to attack me in my sleep.

And I'M older than YOU. So nyah.

The Erin said...

Yeah? Well I'm taller than YOU. Nyah.

Jessica Grosland said...

Dang.

WV: Guinge (I LOVE IT!)

Sarah said...

I think the fact that your mommy is washing your blanket is the subject of an entirely new blog entry.