anything you can do, i can do better by myself.
IKEA opened up in Sunrise yesterday - I was so overwhelmed by the crowds, crying children, and people buying cute things and pairing it with bad things to make ugly shit - that I had to write something while I was there.
rookie mistake on coming alone to ikea. There are some fierce bitches up in this joint. However, the Swedish meatballs are delightfully addicting (like crack).
I've learned that:
1. Having police for crowd control is retarded, never have I seen so many fat fucks just standing around and dicking around with cones.
2. A lot of people have extremely bad interior design concepts
3. As much as I love kids, I hate all the ones I've encountered today.
4. There really are men that will pursue women very persistantly. (i.e. I was sitting on a bed, a guy came up, laid down, rolled over and said i could wake up next to you everyday.) and now he is following me like a sick puppy.
So I advise you, stay far away until the pandemonium dies down. And if you don't hear from me, send a search party or look for the sketch guy.
I made it out without the sketch guy; however, 5 other men and young men attempted to exchange numbers. No, so I'm alone, yes I'm pushing around heavy shit, yes I'm going to install it by myself, YES I DON"T NEED A FUCKING MAN, and NO, I do not want to give you my number or get yours. When did it stop being okay for a woman to live alone and to be completely content with it?
This was me driving home after $600 spent on 306lbs of furniture. Can't see anything? Yah, neither could I while driving. Even more of a hazard on the road... and ha I'm taking iPhone pics hahaha.
I went to Home Depot before heading home to get a dolly (which several men said, "Do you want the Barbie kind or pushing kind?" HAHAHAHA jerks), which I quickly found out had a flat upon moving 306lbs of boxes.
My gaybors (yes gay neighbors) were like, "OH PRINCESS, you're so strong!" as they fucking took my freight elevator up and down for rides as I'm moving shit. A box fell ontop of my head and tears welled up and at that moment I really wanted a man (well a Man's man, not my gay men) **another side note, yes some appear to be really strong, but their muscles are all for appearances apparently.
my tv unit is all put together :D i just don't know how i'm going to lift it up by myself exhausted as hell. i still have a huge wall headboard to put together, and a sofa to buy, waiting for my coffee table and end tables to ship, and my bed base. *sigh*
in other news. the older man i am dating... is slowly becoming my boyfriend. i love our relationship right now though, because i have the best of both worlds. my freedom and leisure to do as i please when i want, but he's there when i need my date nights, long endless talks, moral support, help with work, creative ideas, etc etc. yet we both can fit each other into our hectic work schedules without detracting from our work effort. there's no pressure for anything, no expectations - he cares for the side of me very few see, he doesn't care that i may never want to have sex with him, he just loves holding me, taking care of me, and talking with me. our stay at the standard was amazing. and since i'm working in the miami design district for the next week and a half, i'm staying at his condo or the catalina (he's working on several pieces and installations there). i don't want him seeing my place or helping me until I'm done with everything. i'm weird, i know.
it's my ex's (jack's) birthday today... he's 25. but still none the wiser.
rookie mistake on coming alone to ikea. There are some fierce bitches up in this joint. However, the Swedish meatballs are delightfully addicting (like crack).
I've learned that:
1. Having police for crowd control is retarded, never have I seen so many fat fucks just standing around and dicking around with cones.
2. A lot of people have extremely bad interior design concepts
3. As much as I love kids, I hate all the ones I've encountered today.
4. There really are men that will pursue women very persistantly. (i.e. I was sitting on a bed, a guy came up, laid down, rolled over and said i could wake up next to you everyday.) and now he is following me like a sick puppy.
So I advise you, stay far away until the pandemonium dies down. And if you don't hear from me, send a search party or look for the sketch guy.
I made it out without the sketch guy; however, 5 other men and young men attempted to exchange numbers. No, so I'm alone, yes I'm pushing around heavy shit, yes I'm going to install it by myself, YES I DON"T NEED A FUCKING MAN, and NO, I do not want to give you my number or get yours. When did it stop being okay for a woman to live alone and to be completely content with it?
This was me driving home after $600 spent on 306lbs of furniture. Can't see anything? Yah, neither could I while driving. Even more of a hazard on the road... and ha I'm taking iPhone pics hahaha.
I went to Home Depot before heading home to get a dolly (which several men said, "Do you want the Barbie kind or pushing kind?" HAHAHAHA jerks), which I quickly found out had a flat upon moving 306lbs of boxes.
My gaybors (yes gay neighbors) were like, "OH PRINCESS, you're so strong!" as they fucking took my freight elevator up and down for rides as I'm moving shit. A box fell ontop of my head and tears welled up and at that moment I really wanted a man (well a Man's man, not my gay men) **another side note, yes some appear to be really strong, but their muscles are all for appearances apparently.
my tv unit is all put together :D i just don't know how i'm going to lift it up by myself exhausted as hell. i still have a huge wall headboard to put together, and a sofa to buy, waiting for my coffee table and end tables to ship, and my bed base. *sigh*
in other news. the older man i am dating... is slowly becoming my boyfriend. i love our relationship right now though, because i have the best of both worlds. my freedom and leisure to do as i please when i want, but he's there when i need my date nights, long endless talks, moral support, help with work, creative ideas, etc etc. yet we both can fit each other into our hectic work schedules without detracting from our work effort. there's no pressure for anything, no expectations - he cares for the side of me very few see, he doesn't care that i may never want to have sex with him, he just loves holding me, taking care of me, and talking with me. our stay at the standard was amazing. and since i'm working in the miami design district for the next week and a half, i'm staying at his condo or the catalina (he's working on several pieces and installations there). i don't want him seeing my place or helping me until I'm done with everything. i'm weird, i know.
it's my ex's (jack's) birthday today... he's 25. but still none the wiser.