I love how much everyone loves my kitchen and my new IKEA task lighting! Thanks for the props ya’ll! Perhaps I should take my ass back to school for interior design or some shit, and go to work as an interior designer! I could get a show on HGTV. It would be fabulous. Hey wait a second, that actually is an idea! JOB OF THE WEEK!!
Anyway… I took some pictures while I was at IKEA yesterday, because I love how much shit they have there and how they group it, and one of my favorites (not because of the quality, but because of what it is/represents) was the one pictured here. I remember when I was younger, and so many people would call me a “faggot”, I know, sad right? But, I also remember how teachers used to say that I shouldn’t let that bother me, because all a faggot is, is a bundle of twigs, sticks, or branches bound together. Well, let me just say that no matter how much you say what the true meaning of the word is, hearing it as an expletive doesn’t make me think of the woods; if you know what I am saying. But nowadays, being that I am the out and proud homo you see shining before you, I feel like I have gained some sort of ownership of the word; and when I saw this display, I couldn’t resist. So, without further adieu, I pay homage to the true faggots in the world. And get this, IKEA has the gall to charge us for the damn things! Can you truely put a price on a good faggot? (That doesn’t mean that I don’t secretly want to buy a big ass vase and get as many faggots as I can to fill it).
For the record, I could continue on with this all day; yes, I am that juvenile. So just sit back, and enjoy! Faggot, faggot, faggot!
THIS, by far, is the faggotiest post I have ever done!
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