The doldrums are even duller now, viz-a-vis I didn't post anything during the work week. I think I've pretty much covered all the stuff that's going to go on in my life as it stands in it's current state.
I think that's why I have that meddling urge nesting in the inner recesses of my soul telling me to move somewhere else for a while. Atleast give it a chance. If you try something and fail, then that's cool too because you'll learn the lesson that trying stuff sucks.
My ever present goal of making my house like a real house still hasn't happened. You know, like by putting up a picture. I went to IKEA the other day even though I hate it so much more than anything else in the world because I was trying to waste time while my oil was being changed next door.
My Car Getting LubedIKEA represents everything that's wrong with the world. It's cheap, mass-produced rubbish that passes itself off as classy and unique.
If Hell Was Made Of Cheap PlasticI was walking around IKEA and it wasn't busy like the time I went one year ago, so it was less of a concentration camp feeling and more like a weird scary carnival house feeling. They try to give their stuff all kinda snazzy names. Like Viktor. Or Dania. I made those up but I bet they are real anyway.
I kind of liked this picture they had for sale there. Then I thought about the thousands of early twenties women around the country who would have the exact same picture in their living rooms. So I didn't buy it.
IKEA did get me thinking, though. I mean, who does all the dusting? It must take ages. And then I was walking through the warehouse and it's really high, and I'm wondering about how many rats must be living here. Probably up at the very top inside the boxes of the really crappy stuff nobody buys and they are too lazy to throw away.
Like boxes of these folding chairs.
It's named Jeff by the way. Why would I want this crappy folding chair in the first place? And why would calling it Jeff make me want it more.
As much as I hate IKEA, I still wouldn't mind taking a trip to Sweden.
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