You know what I like to do when I've got a lot on my mind and need to relieve some stress? Walk very slowly through the
Ikea showroom and look at all the easy to assemble furniture with names that I can't even pronounce because they have too many consonants in them.
If only I had a daughter...there'd be tea parties every day.
There is one person in Okinawa I know who has a kitchen like this. Of course they own a home and are ballin' as fuck.
I love lamp(s).
Ikea meatballs are the shit. I could live off of these, pancakes, and fried rice for the rest of my life and totally be OK with it.