My pillow

My pillow and I have had a lot of adventures. From the time we first met, in the bedding store, being served by the slightly insane cashier to the time we went camping in the yard and it was too cold, so I went back inside. My pillow is always there for me, no matter what, no matter where. His lovely [jiro]blue[/jiro] colouring reminds me of my duties as a moderator each and every morning, causing me to curse, regret my whole life, and steal a few more sneaky Zs.

My pillow has often held onto wads of cash, protecting them from my brother who tends to pay for his drugs with my money. If only my pillow could kick him in the balls or something, to help a brother out some more.

My pillow is currently spooning with my iPod and they look like such a lovely couple.