There's a certain appeal to IKEA that I just can't describe. It makes you endure the crowd, eat the meatballs and play make believe..There's just one thing...
Don't you hate it when youin IKEA and you're trying to take a shower and people keep opening the curtain?
And don't you just hate it when your in your bedroom presenting carrots on your imaginary food program when people start taking photos of you?
And don't you just hate it when you're trying to tie an innocent girl to the traintracks and people mull around noisily behind you?
YEAH...I KNOW HOW YA FEEL!
waiting for the mail