According to this site, the cuddle lounges are $1,579, with choice of upholstery.
So help me god, I still want one.
What's wrong with me?
Someone who's seen my apartment has to tell me to stop.
I tell you I have this theory. It goes where, you're the one who's not my sister. Cuz mom adopted you from a shoe box full of baby howler monkeys, and never told you cuz it could hurt your delicate baby feelings.
Dawn ,'Selfless'
Natter 36: But We Digress...
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
§ ita § - Jun 27, 2005 8:53:51 am PDT #4773 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
sarameg - Jun 27, 2005 8:56:40 am PDT #4774 of 10001
I am actually already doing work. contributing to things and such. WHEE!
Yay happy productiveness!
I don't know that the birds can see in (treated window.) I'd say it is just their reflection but they sure didn't do this last summer.
Jesse - Jun 27, 2005 8:57:38 am PDT #4775 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
They claim it's an R. Kelly thing.
That's hilarious. I'm not sure why R. Kelly can make me laugh.
Of course, I was just making jokes with my boss that were stemming from the condolence letter we were writing, so maybe I'm just wrong.
§ ita § - Jun 27, 2005 8:58:46 am PDT #4776 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I'm just wrong.
You? Wrong? Never, Miss Likes-To-Work-Naked.
Vortex - Jun 27, 2005 9:00:19 am PDT #4777 of 10001
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman
According to this site, the cuddle lounges are $1,579, with choice of upholstery.
I love the lounge, but I ain't paying $1600 for a cuddle lounge when I don't have anyone to cuddle WITH.
I'm not sure why R. Kelly can make me laugh.
because otherwise, he makes you cry?
Calli - Jun 27, 2005 9:01:09 am PDT #4778 of 10001
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs
I just caught the end of one of his songs which is basically just hime givinga play by play of stuff happening around him. It is LAME, even for R.
Oh, good. I was waiting for Sweet to show up.
Jesse - Jun 27, 2005 9:02:44 am PDT #4779 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Never, Miss Likes-To-Work-Naked.
I know I never said that. Not getting dressed to work is a whole nother story.
Oh, also, sitting here talking about how I don't know any single guys, I can't figure out why I don't have the hots for the guy who sits in front of me at work. He's good looking, single, cheesy. But eh. I think he might be TOO cheesy.
§ ita § - Jun 27, 2005 9:03:55 am PDT #4780 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I ain't paying $1600 for a cuddle lounge when I don't have anyone to cuddle WITH.
You need to be prepared!
Honestly, though, aside from the cuddle thing, I don't like chairs or sofas. I sit up enough at work. I have a single bed in my living room, but that was a compromise of sorts, and works less well in my new apartment than my current one. Depending on dimensions, the cuddle lounge could be perfect, although I wouldn't be able to have people sleep over in the living room as easily as now.
I like my new apartment, but I also hate it.
Lee - Jun 27, 2005 9:05:35 am PDT #4781 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
I am all for the younger men thing.
I didn't realize that WBB is younger than you are Robin, maybe because you look about 10 years younger than you are.
Someone who's seen my apartment has to tell me to stop.
Stop. It's a wonderful piece of furniture, but stop.
Matt the Bruins fan - Jun 27, 2005 9:07:46 am PDT #4782 of 10001
"I remember when they eventually introduced that drug kingpin who murdered people and smuggled drugs inside snakes and I was like 'Finally. A normal person.'” —RahvinDragand
What's wrong with me?
If it consoles you any, my urge to blow $3,800 on a round bed has gone into overdrive since I realized it would fit snugly in the tower corner of the apartment I eventually want to move into.