I have a monster who hides under my bed. His name is Jerry, he’s blue and orange. He’s not really that nice, we go shopping for skinny jeans together. But I always feel jealous of him because he looks better in skinny jeans then me, his figure works better. He’s kind of mean about it too, he’ll just randomly say stop being so jealous because I look better in skinny jeans and I have a hotter boyfriend than you. I’m just like okay Jerry you don’t need to be such a jerk, and everyone has a hotter boyfriend then me because I don’t have a boyfriend. He replies with yeah of course you don’t have a boyfriend just look at you. So I’m feeling a little down  because he’s being so mean. His boyfriend is really nice though. His name is Tony, he’s a human like me. He actually met Jerry through me, see Tony works at this coffee shop I used to go to by my old house. Tony was telling me about how rude his ex was being and told him that I had a nice room mate who was having the same problem and that just hooked up and yeah…so I guess thats about all there is to say about Jerry and his partner.

OMGOLDFISH