all i was doing was cleaning my room and then..it turned on me! i mean cleaning my room is suppose to make my room happy, not make my room want to attack me!!! if you are wondering what i am talking about then i will tell you with a little story i like to call, WHEN ROOMS ATTACK. (i may have made this story a little more dramatic than it was)
so i was cleaning my room and i was walking by my closet and all of the sudden the picture frame fell over and scraped my leg. i fell to the floor, blood everywhere!! i cried out in pain, and then found the strength to get up and get a band-aid. i then washed my cut with peroxide, (which stung horribly i might add) and then applied the band-aid to the cut!!
so that was my story on how my room attacked me even though i was doing it a favor by cleaning it.



