IKEAAAAAH
Today me and Patrick left the flat for the first time for ages. We've just been indoors, working on our new Blue Monkey site for days on end. Dave (mate we rent a room of) took us to his Italian parents for wicked lunch. Lovely pasta (which I couldn't eat thanks to Mr fucking Atkins) and steak and salad + Italian cheeses, which I could eat, bloody gorgeous. Parents really cool and easy going.
After that we went to a cheapo market where Patrick bought a few bottles of shower gel. Right after he took them off the shelf I started re-arranging the bottles that were left, he kind of left two holes in it. I moved all the bottles out towards the edge so it would look nicer and more full, without even thinking about it, Shit, talk about compulsive obsessive. I only realised what I was doing when I was finished, had a quick embarrassed look around me and walked off, hmmm.
Later we went to IKEA. It was like heaven, all brand new and lovely. Didn't realise how home sick I am until I was queuing up for paying for my Swedish crisp-bread and the Lingonberry jam and saw all the ginger snaps by the till and realised that I'm going to miss Christmas at home for the first time in my life. Waaahaaaaaa. It's as far from Christmas here in Australia as you can get.
Anyway, just now I put together two side tables that David bought in bloody 5 minutes. I'm bloody IKEA Boy. I heard about some guy that does that for a living, puts together IKEA furniture for people. Kind of defeats the point really, why buying flat-packs cheaply and then pay someone to put them together. Buy more expensive furniture in the first place and save some hassle. That's my advice.
Decided to change the name of my blog.
After that we went to a cheapo market where Patrick bought a few bottles of shower gel. Right after he took them off the shelf I started re-arranging the bottles that were left, he kind of left two holes in it. I moved all the bottles out towards the edge so it would look nicer and more full, without even thinking about it, Shit, talk about compulsive obsessive. I only realised what I was doing when I was finished, had a quick embarrassed look around me and walked off, hmmm.
Later we went to IKEA. It was like heaven, all brand new and lovely. Didn't realise how home sick I am until I was queuing up for paying for my Swedish crisp-bread and the Lingonberry jam and saw all the ginger snaps by the till and realised that I'm going to miss Christmas at home for the first time in my life. Waaahaaaaaa. It's as far from Christmas here in Australia as you can get.
Anyway, just now I put together two side tables that David bought in bloody 5 minutes. I'm bloody IKEA Boy. I heard about some guy that does that for a living, puts together IKEA furniture for people. Kind of defeats the point really, why buying flat-packs cheaply and then pay someone to put them together. Buy more expensive furniture in the first place and save some hassle. That's my advice.
Decided to change the name of my blog.
posted by Lars at 09:35
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