I went to Bed, Bath & Beyond yesterday and spent a crapload of money. First time living without roommates in years. Damn. I need shit! That place is like shopping for crack. I wanted everything! I got some good bath stuff. Shower curtain and liner, shelf for shower, stackable containers for storage, etc. I saw other stuff but either didn't need it or want it. Who the fuck louffa's any more?
For some reason, my bedroom doesn't have a light. I got a small lamp and grabbed a small lamp shade. Of course, I get home and it doesn't fit. The lamp shade, that is.
Other random stuff. Cutting board, small garbage can, light bulbs, pot holders and dark chocolate Raisinets. Hey, it was an impulse item at the counter. They could have a drunk midget with no teeth holding a poodle sitting on that counter and I'd buy it.
Still need some of that stuff that you recline and dine on. You know. Chairs, a sofa, table, etc. Meanwhile, nerd that I am, I have fashioned a sofa out of my comic book long boxes. Some pillows + blankets = instant sofa! And they make one helluva coffee table too! Screw buying furniture. My comics can get me through anything. My old copies of Lady Death, Shi and Vampirella always get me through those lonely nights. Oh "Bad Girl" phase of the mid to late '90's. When will you make your comeback?
Now, I just gotta start painting. Do you think all black walls will make it look more Bat Cave-like?
Ah, I love Bed Bath and Beyond! I did my share of shopping there a week or so ago, when I moved to my quasi-permanent apartment.
And I still louffah, I'll have you know!
Posted by: Priscilla | July 14, 2007 at 04:28 PM