Nope. No picking-up going on around here. None at all. I don't really know what to tell my poor little TV stand -- it's developing quite a complex.
"No," I say, "it's not because you're ugly."
"No," I say, "it's not because you have a weird mystery dent on one side. I can barely notice it."
"You're great," I say. "You could do so much better than that jerk."
But my TV stand just wants love. It just wants to be accepted. It's dressing sluttier and sluttier and starting to hang out with a crowd I don't approve of. If it doesn't find a good home soon, it may end up on the streets.
So empty inside...
Til tomorrow.
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