Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Margaritaville

I wouldn't say this is my favorite inanimate object- just to clarify.
 
The Fast Times in the Life of Bobby Pin.


Well I start out the day sitting on a dresser in a large and loud beings room. They look like they have a mop on their head and always put me in it. But not everyday, some days I am left on the dresser.
But today is different from some days. The being gets out of bed and roams around the building. After putting in different pieces of cloth the being comes over to the dresser and pushes me around looking for materials to put on their face. Then I come along. The being runs something through their mop, then messes with the mop and after they have decided what to with their mop I am picked up and used.
I sometimes hold mop pieces out of their face or hold lots of mop pieces into a ball. I am very versatile.
Then the being heads off to another building. Most days I stay in their mop until night again and rest on the dresser. But like I said, today isn't most days. Today the being kept taking me and replacing me somewhere  else. I even got put in someone else's mop.
For sometimes today I was laying on the floor getting kicked around and I was extremely scared, it's extremely hard for me to walk and the being always bends my two legs back together when I try and walk. But luckily my being came back for me after I took a pretty rough beating.
Then later the being came back to the building where we always are and for some reason took me out and shoved me into where the being normally puts a key. I am not sure why but I somehow opened the door- just like the key. I believe I am magic but the being just threw me down on their dresser once we were in the building.
I did have siblings once but they just disappeared one by one. I never even knew my father, my mother said he disappeared from here as soon as he arrived. I have some cousins and life long friends left but there's only a few of us. Whenever one of us goes missing my being does spend a decent amount of time looking for them. The being truly does care about us.


This is the biggest stretch for a title I've had this year but who writes a song about bobby pins?
Go to this website: http://guycodeblog.mtv.com/2011/08/15/cheery-songs-that-are-depressing/
Read all of them or just number 11- it's up to you and it will explain why.
(Cuz the bobby pin just floats through life, doesn't save anything like the Brave Toaster or go on adventure like Toy Story.)

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