walking the floor you keep on painting

So now Livejournal is slow and Diaryland is fast. Man, I'm glad I left those suckers behind and depend upon my own bargain-basement webhosting. That way I only have myself to blame when my page doesn't load.

Tuesday night my loveseat was carted off. I cried. Really. I am not exactly sure when I inherited him. 1999, I think. But it may have been 1998. Anyway, he was a good friend to have and I miss him. If I had lots of room, I'd have kept him forever. Wah.

Today I went to Ikea again, to get the cushions for my couch. You're never going to believe this -- they had them! Whoo. AND they had the bookshelf I wanted, the one poor Yam recently had a hell of a time putting together (but did I heed warning? Nah) although it said, "Temporarily Oversold." I never believe them. Ever. So I looked where I thought it might be anyway, and they had just unloaded a big truck of them. Haha! I outsmart you, Ikea. Watch, I will open it and it will be orange. Whatever. If it's orange, we're painting the living room. That's all.

Anyhow, most everything went well. I managed to spend $375 (awesome since I have no job still -- side note: the lovely good company I interviewed with? They suck too. I even wrote to check up if a decision had been made, as directed, and didn't hear back. Fantastic. P.S. Dr. Phil, I might be the common denominator here, but I'm not the rude insane one, thanks), and there was only one mistake. An extra Billy shelf was in the wrong spot and I stupidly didn't double check the length and got the wrong size, but it fits one my brother has, so that's OK.

Speaking of my brother, big ups to the MTB for hooking JOD up and dragging 100s of lbs of furniture up two steep flights. Holla!