I have no love for Ikea
99-cent breakfasts are great and all, but Ikea, you suck. I hate how your stupid catalog sucks me in and makes me think, maybe I do need that wooden anatomical man figure to put on my shelf. I hate how every time I go visit you, I am forced to wander through every single department, from living rooms to office furniture, because when I try to be sneaky and take a short cut and save myself the pain of having to look at fake hardwood floors that only cost $1/square foot, I end up starting back in living rooms again. I hate myself for buying a bag of 100 tealights since it was only $5, when I don't even own any tealight holders.
And you know what I hate most of all? I hate how, even though I'm a perfectly normal, intelligent person, who is capable of following directions and even going forward without any sort of direction at all, it still takes me 2 hours to put a nightstand together. Let's not even start on the bookcase that took me and the boyfriend about 4 hours to build - and the whole thing is held together by 40 wooden dowels.
Ikea, we're over (But damn, $3 for 2 hot dogs, a bag of chips, and a drink? Maybe we just need some time apart).
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Totally unrelated, but the boyfriend has installed a shelf in his bathroom just for silly old me. Then he told me his next step was to organize his closet so I'd have room for my stuff. I cried. I am also fighting the urge to put a big box of tampons on the new shelf.
And you know what I hate most of all? I hate how, even though I'm a perfectly normal, intelligent person, who is capable of following directions and even going forward without any sort of direction at all, it still takes me 2 hours to put a nightstand together. Let's not even start on the bookcase that took me and the boyfriend about 4 hours to build - and the whole thing is held together by 40 wooden dowels.
Ikea, we're over (But damn, $3 for 2 hot dogs, a bag of chips, and a drink? Maybe we just need some time apart).
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Totally unrelated, but the boyfriend has installed a shelf in his bathroom just for silly old me. Then he told me his next step was to organize his closet so I'd have room for my stuff. I cried. I am also fighting the urge to put a big box of tampons on the new shelf.