re-inventing couchtime

It's been brought to my attention that I haven't discussed how true a good couch can be. Think back to all the great memories you've had on a couch. Drinking, talking, watching. All good, no, great things happen on a couch. I can actualy pinpoint a plethora of good things that have happened to me on one. However, none can even amount to the great things I anticipate will happen on my new and very own couch (once I find it). I imagine that all of wildest fantasies can happen with it. That I can share it with my best friends, my boyfriends, my favorite tv shows, my favorite commercials. Couchtime should be reinvented. It should be all about wanting to take someone back to your place, sharing a good bottle of wine, good conversations and incredible makeout time. To share your innermost self with it. I hope that mine would talk about the incredible people I've met; the love I've found on it, the memories I've made while sitting on it, laying on it, consumating a relationship on it. And no, not in a gross way. In a beautiful way.
When I find it, I hope I'll know. Maybe it will be like love at first sight. Maybe it will be more like not wanting to share it with anyone else. Like a wonderful relationship is about to start. Like you would have to be a really fucking special person to even sit on this couch...
Sigh.
One day, this couch will be mine. Oh yes, mine. All mine.

Couchtime!

how wrong is it?

It seems as if I have this compulsion to move every couple of months since 2001. I don't know what it is about staying stationary or what scares me so much about it, but it's about to happen again. I've been back in Miami for a total of 8 months. I was itching to get outta here in February. London is my calling, but then again, I thought the same thing about Australia, Turks and Caicos, Italy, Spain and everywhere else. Until I'm there longer than 3 months...and then I up and leave. Granted, I've had to move for schooling purposes, but I'm borderlining on being somewhere almost a year and I'm worried.

Truth be told, I'm dying to buy a couch. I've never had my own and in my mind, it's a sign of stability; that I'm not going anywhere for a long time. I don't have any physical attachment to anything right now other than my journal. Yes, I think a couch would be a good acquisition. I try and convince my friends to go hunting for one with me...no, not on the streets of Miami Beach, but at actual stores. We never get further than Pottery Barn. The other day Catja and I parked ourselves on a $2,700 one, and didn't move for over an hour. We joked that it was ours and gave the employees dirty looks when they walked past our living room uninvited. Makes me laugh to think that a couch could possibly ground me.

I don't even know the first thing about making a big purchase like that. I have no idea what color I would want, or where on earth I would put it. I don't have a permanent apt. to park it, and I don't even know where I'm going to be living next month. All that matters to me lately is the purchase of this anomalous couch though. Can't stop thinking about how much I want one. I walk by couch window displays dreaming that they're mine, scheming of a way to break in, take the couch, and get out without anyone knowing. Ha.

Anyway, I guess the main purpose of a blog is to rant about random shit only useful to me. So, if you happen to read this, and know where I can buy a good nice couch, please let me know. Thanks. Happy sitting.