Who needs furniture anyway? Wait...
So I've been thinking about this whole 'no furniture' thing and I've decided I'm not happy about it. Let's be straight - I've taken inventory and this is what I've come up with:
1 - the most comfortable bed in the history of beds
1 - dresser I hated when I bought it but have grown to love it beyond words; it's so... ME!
1 - coffee table that is sturdy, attractive, and has round corners (that last part is very important - I still manage to give myself bruises from knocking in to its malicious, dagger-like curved edges)
1 - purple chair resembling diaphram with movable table for laptop
And, well, that about covers it. I was actually tossing around the idea of doing the 'pillows' thing in my living room considering I won't entertain (and will most likely by default end up doing it ANYWAY), but with the new Ikea opening only next week I'm finding myself lusting after a real sofa. And *they* had to go FUCK UP the perfect world I created where all sofas are woman-eating bastards. That's right, I just called sofas everywhere bastards. Whatcha gonna do about it? All that stands between me and a furnished house is that little thing called... money.
Dear money,
Why don't you ever come visit me anymore? You play with all the other kids and pick them first for kickball, but not even visiting is truly hurtful *sob*. Soooo... kickball isn't my game. Girl has game in other areas, let me tell you! I can tie a cherry stem in to a knot with my tongue in under 10 seconds, I'm quite attractive, there's no telling where and if my intelligence has boundaries, and I'm too responsible and clean for my own good.
Please stop by this weekend so we can discuss this arrangement face to face. Looking forward to our time together,
~M
PS, I've enclosed some pictures - as a sammpler - of how comfortable our life together would be. Smooch!
