mY first blog procrastination

I say it is my first but it's certainly not my first... time sitting in this chair. I remember to be so comfortable or I believed it was along with my other four siblings we would race to beat for our tooshies to watch zach morris and lisa turtle. two of our tiny bumms would fit here together. my dad says "that chair's gotta be 30 years old" but I tell him we bought it for him, a father's day I remember and I'm only 23. although I've been convinced that my memory is a burn victim of old photographs and charted night dreams. I don't know what really happened.. I just convinced myself I saw the dog taken away by some farmers in a red truck. Apparently I was at school when Valentine was put down. this poor old chair has lost it's marvel and it hurts my neck like an airplane chair, I sink into it getting closer to a crooked spine, with rubbed away arms that feel as gross as they look. They don't make em' like they used to. you sorry old lazy boy, your red-brown counterpart looks at you scoffing... he's probebly 35 years old and the cigerette burn holes haven't even grown. I wonder how he'll get back to his daughter. She brought him here to the beach... but she doesn't come anymore. Things get divviiied in the divorce: friends, furniture, and future holidays. I'm glad my first divorce didn't have too much furniture just a fancy bed that still haunts me.
Back to trying to sell myself to some fools in Michigan. God I hate puters.