The futon is GONE. Gone gone gone gone Gone. So is most of Jenna’s stuff because she’s leaving me. I’m not sure how I feel about this. After tomorrow it’s just going to be me and my lamp. Stupid lamp, I don’t want you. I want JENNA. And her futon. Our room is not our room without the futon.
Can’t help but notice that Eminem is still with us, though. So…there’s that.