Buy a bed:

[highlyeccentric]

Spend hours screwing.

And by that I mean, wrestling with tiny bits of metal and wielding an Alan Key.

Between the screws, the not-quite-rectangular bed into which the final slat did not fit, and the Demonic Lego Drawer System, today is officially declared the Day Of Shoving Things Into Inappropriate Holes Without Any Sort Of Lubricant.

Am moved in, sort of. Like the house. Have internets. Removalist company made me cry, do not know when my stuff will be getting here, probably not until the week after next. Just hope I don't exceed the dept's budget because I do not want to pick up the bill as a result of fuckups caused by nameless call centre wenches.

Comments

[kayloulee.livejournal.com]

*cuddles you* I couldn't really hear you on the phone, so I wasn't exactly sure what you'd been doing. I mean, I knew you were putting together your bed. But I wasn't sure.

And the removalists can go fuck themselves Without Any Sort Of Lubricant.

[xxlucyferxx.livejournal.com]

...Sounds like you'd better write a fanfic about it.

Titillate some fifteen-year-old perverts and whatnot.

*beats up removalist company*

[highlyeccentric.livejournal.com]

I don't think I know any fifteen year old perverts! Whatever am I to do?

Please, please beat them up. They sent me a notice last night saying they're delivering on Tuesday, when I have to be at compulsory training for work. *headdesk* I TOLE 'EM, I did. Buggrit, millenium hand and shrimp.

[phrasemuffin.livejournal.com]

There should be a set of secret knights that fight with only alan keys. And you could join them now! (Alan keys are awesome and I love IKEA and diy furniture!) Like Paladins... Palanids? Palankeyds? Palankids? (Are they really young knights?)

I would like to know more about this Demonic Lego Drawer System.

What the hell happened with the removalists? Did the wench get mixed up about where you were moving to, or something even more sinister? (Sick the kights on her! The kinghts!)

[areyoustrange.livejournal.com]

I approve every single sexual pun and/or innuendo in this post.

(Damn those call centre wenches. Damn them! I have to go and learn to be one tomorrow afternoon. The things I do for rent money.)