Never again, I swear to God.

Please keep in mind before you read any of this that I haaaate filling up floor space in my apartment. Haaaaate. I would prefer an empty apartment to one chock full o' crap. It'll help to explain why I'm so fucking livid right now.

When my mom bought me the couch, it was supposed to replace the day bed in the living room. This would mean that I could put the mattress that had been on the day bed on the actual bed and then I would have a couch in the living room and a regular bed in the bedroom.

My parents were supposed to take away the day bed frame. They didn't. I asked them to, and they said, "But you can buy a mattress and put it in the spare bedroom for when you have guests over!"

For the record, I never have guests over. I hate having guests over. My parents are lucky I let THEM come over.

Fast forward to a couple of weeks ago, when my mother said that her cousin was getting a new dining room set and was getting rid of her very nice one which I could have to replace the less nice one in my kitchen/dining room. "Oh, your father can take the old one away and give it to the Salvation Army!" Okay, sure. Except somewhere along the line, no matter how many times I told her no, the story turned into, "Oh, you can keep them both and when you get your own house you'll have two!" Who the FUCK needs two dining room sets? If I'm buying a house with two dining rooms -- why, I'm not sure -- shouldn't I be wealthy enough to buy two NEW dining room sets?

My dad called me yesterday as I was running out the door for work and said he and my brother were bringing down the new dining room set while I'd be gone. I knew what was coming. I knew it.

I came home from work to find two dining room sets cluttering up my apartment.

I have to go to bed now or I am going to call my mother and say very, VERY bad things to her. As it is, I'm already planning on calling her up when I wake up and telling her that in no way, shape or form is she EVER to offer me furniture again. Not even a lamp.

An addendum to my last post.

Yes, I know about Goodwill. And Freecycle. And selling the furniture. And large trash pick-up-days (which wouldn't work out so well for me considering I live on Main Street and there's maybe six feet between my front door and the curb).

Here's the problem with all of those suggestions. I asked THEM to do it.

Right now, it's the principle of the thing. I would LOVE to call Goodwill and have them take it away. I would LOVE to put them up on Freecycle and have someone else come and take them away. Hell, right now I would LOVE to cart the damn things down into the middle of Main Street and set them on fire.

But they said THEY would do it and now they're going to come and take this stuff out of my apartment if I have to throw a childish tantrum to get them to do it.

I'm not bitching at you guys, seriously. Right now I'm just so pissed off I'm really tempted to do something bitchy, like load up each of the chairs into my car and taking them up to the house one at the time, where I would leave each of them in the middle of the living room, my parent's bedroom, my brother's bedroom, and maybe right in front of the front door just to see if they get the fucking message.