Good Times

Well, today, my coffee table was delivered. Actually, it is listed as a "cocktail table" and it really is nice enough looking to fit such a classy description.

I think I've moved up a bracket in the categories of growing up. My boyfriend and I actually went to a furniture store and bought a NEW table. We didn't find it at the thrift store, we did not happen upon it in a yardsale, we did not even discover it while driving through the rich neighborhoods on Garbage Night. We spent more than $20 on a piece of furniture. We are adults of a type. I guess the next type of adult is the type who will shop at a place that is more expensive than Value City Furniture, or some furniture store that is having some wall-to-wall liquidation sale where everything is up to 70% off.

Actually, at that liquidation sale, it was nice to see that beds there were $900 even after they had been reduced by a lot. It was just horrific. When the little salesman was all "oh, that price there is JUST the frame - the entire bed is $900," the boyfriend and I both stood up and shouted and told him that maybe we could find an end table or lamp that we could afford.

Also good fun stuff is that we have the satellite radio. I won't mention which kind, in case the Sirius people hold grudges. Oh hey, I probably just said too much. Anyway, I have been listening to it nonstop online, and I love it so much. Jack Kerouac is doing some talking now on some really random weird station which is my favorite. That and the Retro-Lounge station.

Is it the first day of autumn yet? Or will it land on my birthday (the 23rd) this year? Autumn is nice but depressing because I know winter is coming. I prefer cold weather and snow, but here in southern Ohio, we mostly just have grey bleak nasty weather. Misty, damp, and just.. fucking bleak.

Oh, also the day before yesterday, I bought a dark red Betta fish. He is still not named but he has tiny soulful fishy eyes. Does anyone have any good name suggestions? I have called him everything from Raoul to Bloodburst to Gilberto to Roberto to Pierre - but nothing is really sounding Right.

Another strange oddity in my life lately is that I am no longer hideously reclusive. I see friends like everyday. It's really strange for me still. But it's probably better this way.