bed and man

I can't stop obsessing about my bed. See, I arranged to take my friend Clyde's dorm-issued bed off his hands because I wanted a) to sleep on a bed instead of a futon and b) have those ingenious metal headboards that you can tie things to. But now that I have it I don't want it cos it chops up the former elegance and prettiness of my room with its big ugly metal frame, and it looks bad, and I'm anxious about it. I want my futon back!

I think what I need to do is tell said friend that me and his bed just aren't working out.

Also, today my two girl housemates told me that they were trying to decide who the manliest person in the house is. "Well, Matt knows how to make and fix things," I said, "but then he does things like cuts off a finger or knocks out a tooth in the process." They were quick to say that no, Matt's not the manliest. "Obviously not Seth," said one of them. "It's you, Oli! You're the manliest one in the house."

Well, this house is shit out of luck if it ever needs any manliness. If my faygeleh ass is supposed to be the most manly, we're all in trouble.