Hey there, cosmic traveler. Ever wonder what your household items aren't telling you? Yeah, that's right. They got stories too, just like that dusty old suitcase in the attic. Sit down, pour yourself a cup of stars, and let's spill some tea. ☕✨
"You just plop down on me, don't even ask how my day was. I'm practically a therapist with cushions. Ever heard the phrase 'squeak when you speak'?”
"All that junk piled on me is just an excuse to avoid more conversations. I see everything while pretending to be a simple table. Secrets of the universe? Nah, just your secrets, buddy."
"I hold onto your skeletons—literal and figurative. Sometimes I rearrange them when you're not home, just for fun. Ever tried finding a lost sock amidst existential dread? It's cosmic chaos."