Dipshit gets rid of his futon...while Gary treasures his ancient twin bed from Colonial times

Dipshit became a big boy today...he got a REAL BED! Bye, bye, futon!! I wonder if he was misty-eyed? I also wonder if he'll retain the habit of placing his numerous stuffed animals on his pillow. They're red bulls. From where, I don't know. I just know that this grown man has kept stuffed animals on his bed, er, futon up till now. He's clearly SLOOOOOOOOOWLY growing up. First came the new dresser a couple years ago. Now the bed. If only he added some remotely adult decor to the walls besides his college pennants. And maybe some photos in frames? And dusted for the first time EVER? SOMEthing that says "i'm a 32-year-old man." Now as I mock him, the funny thing is...I'VE been sleeping in the same bed since I was ten. To which I say, WHO FUCKING CARES?! I know it's odd...and yet, it doesn't seem strange to ME on a daily basis. I rather like my bed that resembles something Martha Washington died in. It'll make a good shore house guest bed someday when I'm rich and famous. I also have my same childhood dresser. And desk (though it's a Big Boy desk, as Gary was ALWAYS somewhat a Big Boy -- if you know what I mean; it was my GRANDfather's desk). And I just computed last week that my "rabbit eared" TV is 15 years old on Christmas (I'd like to take this time to plug GE, who HAVE brought good things to MY life) -- I have 14 months to buy a new digital set. Hmm, what else? Many things in my bedroom are ancient. I mean, TRULY bizarrely ancient. The knick-knacks on my desk? Um, I've had some of them since I was like seven or eight. Like the "GARY" whale pen holder. There's several "GARY" things...yes, i've always been self-absorbed. But i'd argue that these things are "curious" eccentricities rather than some freakish, emotionally stunted personality trait. I'M the one who knows you should have your own tools, vacuum cleaner, measuring tape, cookware by your late 20s. Dipshit doesn't. So this entry was all about mocking Dipshit while acknowledging my OWN peculiar social tics...and saying I'm better than him. WAY better. Like SO much better! I mean, CMON!