it's the end of the world as we know it and i feel fine

first, a little history:

waaay back in the summer of nine nine, i moved from my furnished college-town shithole studio to a nice, bay area, unfunrnished 1.5 bedroom "luxury" apartment. during the several years that i lived there, i bought:

a bed
a dresser
a dining-room table and chair set
the booth
a comfy couch
some book cases
a nice, cheap, simple entryway piece with shelves.

a teevee stand was the only piece of furniture that i had brought with me from college.

i never bought an ottoman or coffee table. i searched and searched but didn't find one that i liked.

over the years, i developed the ghetto habit of using empty crystal-geyser boxes in place of a coffee table. i moved to a new place and looked a couple times for a coffee table, but never found anything i liked or could convince myself to pay for.

finally, after more than 6 years, two weeks ago, something snapped and i resolved to get a coffee table within a week. i searched the usual suspects, and found that in my absence, some had even closed (brueners-since-1998, where'd you go?).

i made my goal, and within a week, found 3 that i liked . i was all set to get the one from levitz but decided to show W the "other one": the one that was the wrong color and "outside my budget". guess which one I ended up getting?

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it's got a configurable top with (re)moveable cushions and trays. it's mahogany to go with my black leather couch, black tv, black speakers and chairs, black dvd racks, black torchiere, and rusty grey power booth.

W says she enjoys polishing furniture. good.