I'm impatient. And I have ideas. Ideas about what I want to do with my new apartment (should I ever get in it) and ever since grandma's more than generous donation to the cause, I actually have the money to back a lot of these ideas up.
One such idea, silly me, is a dresser. Because I'm tired of storing my unmentionables in a suitcase. Sooo last night I sent ALL night looking up dressers. And I'm here to tell you that dressers? They're expensive.
Ass expensive.
Now, I'm not saying that I would whore myself out for a finely crafted piece of walnut furniture with sleek, modern lines, finely polished nickel hardware, and stained a rich, deep espresso brown, but Norm Abram is starting to look damn sexy.
Meow.
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I'm more attracted to Bob Vila, myself.
A good dresser can last a lifetime.........
Naw, they ride along on the fashion train for a while, but some day they're going to get off of it and wear the same style of clothing for the next twenty years in a possibly overt attempt to embarrass anyone related to them.
Michael... I think I love you.
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