Chronicles of awkwardness

Yo, I heard you liked tables so we put tables in your table so you can have tables when reading your table

  When I got back from school this afternoon, I realized there was something weird with my apartment/dorm place. Then it hit me. Someone broke in. 

   Not literally. But still literally. Ha. Ha. 

  Someone came in and tore up the plastic on my chair and wrote numbers on it, among all the other furniture also. What does it mean??!! The furniture is being tracked down! O no, pedoniturebear! *refer to pedobear, except furniture form* Please don't come in and cut up the lock on my locker, I like my collection of Giordano shirts very much, very very very much. 

  A friend came over yesterday and complained why I didn't remove the plastic from my chair after sooo long. Apparently it looked annoying and made people want to tear it up. I appreciate a clean chair which made me keep the plastic cover on. Haha, and today someone came and ripped my plastic. Jinxed much. That chair is only used when I'm not in my room and actually using the study table. I am hermit. When am I ever not in my room? That chair looks tollay brand new. I don't need you chair. I'm sorry. 

Hmmm, seems like I got over my writer's block. Ngehh.

*sarcasm intended*