i want to hump lara croft

we had a pinky tornado this week
in which she moved things around so we couldn't find them
and left us a sink full of dishes

it might have been just a shared delusion
i'm not entirely sure.
it's possible i've just made her up,
this would explain my excessive sleeping lately.
she's just my other personality.

there may be another home invasion of the pink variety next week
unless it turns out to be a mental illness and i cure it before then

(but if she's in my head where is this other third of rent coming from?)

the plot thickens