Wednesday, September 20, 2006
...Or Lose Me Forever
The one peice of furniture that I will spend the most time on is proving to be the most difficult to buy. Where is my perfect bed? Is it at Select Comfort? Waiting for me with no interest and no payments for a year? Or is it at the Original Mattress Factory? With the better-than-Stearns-&-Foster construction at wholesale prices? I've been doing quite a bit of research but maybe not enough lying down. Time to put down the packing tape and do some productive resting.
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My parents got this mattress that was originally made for the royal British family or some shit like that. Don't know how it's relevant, just know that it's weird and incredibly pretentious.
I went with the Sleep Number bed. (I'm a 30). I'm sure the royal mattress has a pillow top made from the lovingly brushed out fur of the Queen's Welsh Corgis.
I think my mattress is from the JC Penney Home Store Outlet in Kalamazoo. It was pissed on circa 2003 by Assidy, who'd let Cameron talk him into drinking no fewer than 12 Grape Ape and Buttery Nipple shots at the Union bar. Borax and sunlight in case you ever date someone who pulls what Margaret Cho calls "that Motley Crue bullshit."
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