An Affair in Bad Furniture

I thought I’d share some of my great couch finds on Craigslist as a follow-up to my previous post.

Aren’t those some beauties! Fortunately, I was able to weed through the bad ones, and found the absolute most beautiful and comfortable, overstuffed, white microfiber couch-in perfect condition-for 300 bucks! I will be bringing home the new addition next week, and sleeping there instead of my bed. This is my first major “adult furniture” purchase; I just feel so grown up. (Even it it is used and from Craigslist).

Currently Feeling: Burnt out but strangely chipper.
Currently Anticipating: Project Runway with Sarah tonight.
Currently Reading: Trying out, “Life of Pi” for the third time.

New places to sit and new people to sit with

I’ve spent the last couple days responding and inquiring to Craigslist ads for roommates and couches since both will be gone from my apartment in a short amount of time.

It’s been quite interesting, to say the least. The ironic thing is that while I’m losing a roommate who’s going to live in a place with her boyfriend, I’ll probably be gaining a roommate who is moving out of a place with a boyfriend. I’m not sure if it’s sorta funny, tragic, scary or all of the above, but every girl who has come to look at our house has given me this story:

“Oh, I moved to Seattle [insert time frame here] with my boyfriend, but now we’re broken up so I have to find a place to live as soon as possible!”

My apartment will soon become a halfway house for single girls in their late 20s who recently lived with a boyfriend. Luckily, I’m far away from joining the lot [No matter your advice and opinion, Uber. ].

As for the couches on Craigslist, well that’s a double yikes. I’ve spent a lot of time cringing at the stuff that’s posted. I mean, seriously?! Couches and cars are one and the same. You know how you look at people who are driving around a lemon yellow mini van with wood side-paneling and exclaim, “WHY, why, WHY would you EVER buy that?!!?”

Well, that’s how I’ve felt about most of the couches that are listed on Craigslist. I mean, how do people decorate around a couch that is plaid primary colors, or has green and salmon pink swirls and flowers all over it with a maple wood trim?! I’ve learned a few things too during this couch hunt of mine:

• There are way too many green couches out there. All couch manufacturers should stop making green couches. No more green leather, no more green micro fiber. Green is just not a good couch color. Clearly green couches are out because everyone is selling theirs.
• Never, ever open the listings that say.. “Beautiful couch for sale!” The couch is never beautiful. Trust me. Stay away from, “In great condition” as well.
• Any couch priced at $150 or less is cringe worthy. HOW do these couches get in the condition they’re in, WHAT have they been doing on them, and WHO owns these things?!
• People are trying to squeeze way more money out of a sale than their couches are ever worth.
• Couches for sale in Maple Valley, Covington, Everett, Kent, Sultan and all related areas really aren’t worth taking a look at.

I will, of course, keep you updated on a roommate or couch decision in the near future.

Currently Feeling: Freakin’ glad Miranda Priestly left the building.
Currently Anticipating: ESB Baybay.
Currently Loving: The dance station I found on Pandora.

Close your eyes and repeat, “Bacon is amazing.”

I’m back on the wagon.

I’ve fallen off for quite some time now. I seem to have vaguely remembered making a previous statement about not turning into one of “those girls.” The ones who get completely comfortable in a relationship and pack on the pounds. I’m not there yet, but I feel like I’m teetering. It has nothing to do with getting “too comfortable” and everything to do with feeling too tired and stretched too thin, and wanting to comfort myself with pizza on the couch with my boyfriend. Or enjoying far too many fancy dinners out and not enough planned dinners in. Or staying at his house, which is a fat-kid factory—Doritos, Totino Party Pizzas, Mac ‘n’ Cheese, chocolate cake and ice cream—and a bacon, egg and waffle breakfast cooked every Saturday and Sunday morning.

Who knows. Tomato, Tamato. But, I’m back on the wagon.

Of course, when you’re a woman who’s fallen off the wagon, it takes precisely one day to decide everything that might be able to instantly solve your 5- to 10-pound problem. “I’m going to buy a yoga mat!” “Sign up for a new gym!” “Cut out carbs and sugar for two weeks!” “Start running again now that the weather is nice!” “Avoid all the candy and crap at work!” “Open my cookbooks again and make something!” “Buy the latest, stupidest diet craze book on the New York Times Bestseller List!”

If you’re me, you do all seven within a 24-hour period.

As I previously mentioned, I’ve been reading, “Skinny Bitch.” Usually I avoid these type of books like the plague because they’re mostly chocked full of common sense. And I abhor any sort of quick-fix diet that girls think will solve all their problems. (Such as the cleansing bullshit or cabbage soup thing.)

But for some reason I’m reading this damn book, and I really wish I wouldn’t have even started it. It has some really good stuff in it—like all those aspartame facts that I was just dying to read. But, it also has a lot of really gross details about why you shouldn’t be consuming meat or any animal products—even milk.

Some who’ve read the book call it, “Vegan propaganda.” But, whether it’s half-truths or whole truths, suddenly the prospect of meat is grossing me out. I was hoping to read this book to maybe curb my feelings of Hawaiian pizza on Friday nights, Taco Bell at 3 a.m. or the occasional Dick’s Deluxe. You know—just refocus my eating habits and reiterate that putting this kind of crap in your mouth does eventually add up. (It’s amazing that someone as intelligent as me has to spend $14.99 for a little dose of common sense.)

I didn’t buy this book so my stomach could turn every time I added ham or turkey bacon to my morning scramble, or chicken to my salads.

I mean, H-christ. All I think about is the slaughterhouse details I read on the bus this morning on my way to work.
The contaminated meat, piss, puke and fecal matter, slicing off a pig’s face and throwing salt on it, cutting off a cow’s head, hanging it up by a hook in it’s butt or boiling chickens—all while they’re each alive.

It’s enough to really kill a lifelong bacon craving, that’s for sure.

Currently Feeling: Sassy in my new fuchsia work dress and black trench!
Currently Anticipating: Leaving work at a decent time tonight.
Currently Hating: Cell phone companies—they really blow!