I love practically EVERYTHING in this store! There is a particular couch and pair of side lamps that I am lusting after... Only to be perfected after I acquire a certain bed, bedside tables, desk, rug(s), appropriate lighting (because I must have a minimum of 20 lights going at all times), and a few art pieces that are currently on display in the Portland Gallery... *sigh*
How will I ever afford this lifestyle? I know that I should be saving mulah towards a place of residence (perhaps for a while) but all this stuff is so dag-gone tempting!
Then there's the wardrobe to GET the amazing job, to earn the amazing amounts of money, to buy the amazing house, in the amazing neighborhood, to fill with the amazing furniture, to then be destroyed by the immanent impulse-buy of a furry friend... or two? (I'm a sucker for puppies...)
I was kind-of interested as to where I was going with that last run on...and on sentence... it was as if it should have ended with "in the house that jack built." For those of you on whom that reference was lost... you had a deprived childhood.
By the way... For those of you who have alerted me to my seeming disdain/disregard for the English language - Have no fear!!! I do (in fact) respect the English language. I respect it as an ever-changing force that cannot be hemmed in by people who make (and therefore keep) rules. Look at history! The English language has been ever-changing from the times of Beo-wolfe, to Shakespeare (another free-thinker!), to the likes of the Dickens!!! (both Emily Dickensen and Charles Dickens.)
This accounts for many years of conquerings, plagues, and so on and so forth...
One thing I will apologise for (profusely!) is my agregious spelling. It is appaling. I am sorry. You are all the better for traversing through its... its... muckiness? irksome-ness? blech? hmmmm.... not really sure how to end that one.
oh well! Merry Christmas Comrades!
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