She Hates My Futon
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She Hates My Futon Wednesday March 1
I've been borrowing a futon since I got here, so I decided that its time I actually go buy one for myself.
This evening, I found a real nice paisley green one for about a hundred bucks. This is the advantage to a system where there are no bedframes: you are essentially paying for padding and the comforter, and the utilitarian side of me rejoices. Who needs more than that? Todd and I lived like that for awhile, actually.
Speaking of, Naomi, do you still have that featherbed?
Anyway, there was one futon for the same price with free delivery, too, but let's face it: while I may be sensitive enough to appreciate the beauty of roses, I don't necessarily need to be sleeping on them every night. It wasn't even a tasteful burgundy or something like that; green and red, splashed together. Clearly, there was a reason this futon set was on clearance.
So, while I was in the futon section, I noticed some daybed-like pillows. You know, the kind you'd prop up against the headboard or something and watch TV. Well, I don't even have a bedframe, but I do have a wall, and watching TV from a chair just somehow isn't the same. Maybe I should get some of these pillows?
Then I walked over to where the regular pillows and sheets are. I also discovered chair cushions. I was thoroughly impressed, and it's a good thing I have absolutely no need for any more chair cushions (I have three that I bought for $2 each at the cheap-cheap store, and moreover, the maximum number of chairs in use in my apartment at any given time is two. I consider this a blessing, I fell in love with the ones I saw today, and they were $10 each).
There's really no conclusion here, other than to say that I am entirely comfortable with my masculinity, and I love shopping for interiors. Yes, it is possible to have it both ways.
I'm giving it a day to think about, if I still want it this bad tomorrow I'm getting it; I'll put a picture or two up.
Lastly, I should mention that the title of this post has absolutely no relevance. It is the title of a half-finished novel that was serially published on the Internet between 1998 and 2000, and it was utterly brilliant. Craig, the author, disappeared for awhile, but I just have discovered that MyBoot is back! Read She Hates My Futon. It will take you a few days, possibly, but it's addictive, and well-written. Sweet!
