There is a hell, and it’s called going to IKEA hungover.
Sweet mother of pearl.
Thank god they have cones and hot dogs or else I would be curled up in the fetal position in the bed section cursing that swedish establishment.
*Side note- Swedish Fish are made in Canada. I feel like I have been living a lie.
After waking up like this last Sunday,
I was forced by Carms to brace Burbank and venture to IKEA. There really could not be a worse time for me to move out of my house and into an apartment.
May is the birthday apocalypse.
Every single person I know, family and friends, is born in May.
So on top of my social schedule being packed to the fifth, I am constantly shuffling to World Market, Target, and my fave Ikea.
Last Sunday, was when I was in a truly dark place. As we moved 5 MPH on the 405 North, I played Simon and Garfunkel’s “Sound of Silence” on repeat. I legit played it 4 times.
I may complain about Ikea, but there are some perks. CPK is right across the street TBT to middle school #spinachartichokedip.
Today I move to B-Wood to begin a new chapter and I couldn’t be more excited.
Minus the unpacking portion of course.
Stay tuned, because things are going to get weird.
xo,
Giggles
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