Oh digital scale, I hate you today!
I loved you this morning, when I stood on you and you lured me closer to the dashboard with a tempting, blinking 71,7.
I rejoiced, celebrated quietly and waited for the love of my life to get out of the shower.
I don't know why you did what you did. I know I step on you a lot, but I think you want me to actually. So when have I wronged you exactly? What makes our relationship, which has been fluctuating so much over the years, so out of balance?
When my lover returned from the shower, I shared the good news you shared with me, and I wanted him to see the proof you gave me with his own eyes. But you let me down, you duped me, and laughed in my face while doing so. You kept saying 72.1, even when I stepped on you again and again to make sure. I hate you!
But here's the thing. I can replace you, you can't replace me. And so help me, I will change the numbers to ones I like. I will see the beautiful 69 soon, damn I'll even see 59 before I'm a year older. And I will reach my final goal and step on you however often I like. Just so.
BE PREPARED TO SUFFER!
Yours truly,
Cerianne