Ikea freezes me cold.
My father made some comment about my apartment being so very me. In paranoia I read it as self-indulgent and having gone native, but really it's about me being single and childless and being able to, well, indulge the self. And I think he wants to steal my stuff.
Huh. The chick from Murder In Suburbia is the one that buys it in the boiling fat in series 1 of Spooks.
ita, you wanna borrow Emeline for a couple of days?
That way, I can get to Ikea.
Thanks, Victor. Love you too.
Sorry. I can't pass up a straight line. You'll have to turn up when I arrive in SoCal next month and give me a talking to. (:
(I'm glad Victor beat me to it)
I like Ikea too.
I love when I share numbers with people. Second time today.
I feell like our house is very much a house of the childless. Lots of space to leave stuff anywhere.
Chicken curry is now finished. yeah.
you wanna borrow Emeline for a couple of days?
This would confuse the hell out of my parents -- do you need her back?
I don't
want
to have a single and childless house, in a way, but fuck -- I can! I am!
Lighting fixtures.
Life is all about lighting fixtures, unless you are one of those horrid outdoors people. Personally, I am all about indirect lighting. The mini-spot into the corner of the room, the floorboard panel...
It is almost embarrasing.
I love when I share numbers with people. Second time today.
Ooh, and I shared one with Victor. Cool.
I can't pass up a straight line.
I understand and share this disease. As a matter of fact, it's this exact trait that had me totally slam my boss.
I love IKEA with no thought towards the chaste but only when there aren't a lot of other people there. Or kids.
Sadly, my house was built in 1928 -- and has Spanish Bungalow charm coming out of its bottom -- but some of the fixtures were replaced in the 50s or 60s with Americana Blah. I have one left that I loathe. The wiring scares me. More than the boring even.