The ever so soft, comfy, and treasured pillow in the shape of Wolverine's head that Lisa gave me in Canada when I turned like 17 or so... is no more.

Gentle cycle wasn't gentle enough, he tore by his mouth... it looked like he threw up his insides. I am not happy, in fact me and happy are officially broken up. I loved that fucking thing.

I've got him in two bags next to the laundry basket, and I don't know what to do. Material's too thin and polyester-ish too sew back, plus his eyes kind of got eaten away... searches on Froogle and eBay have turned up zip.

Does anything last...?

Justin | 2:07 AM