I'm living in a corporate apartment right now, with corporate furnishings which means that none of the stuff I sit on, sleep on, eat off of, etc., is mine. Gina's visiting and we decided it would be a good idea to leave little notes embedded in the furniture for anyone who gets to use it after me to find. Kind of like a time bomb, I guess. So, in the couch, we're working on haiku to leave under the cushions, hoping that the next inhabitant will find it. The 'genres' are "What's that smell" (as in - does this couch smell funny to you? me too) and "broken springs" from the couch's point of view. P.O.V. in the parlance of the movie industry.
That smell you're smelling?
It's kind of spicy. Pizza?
Nope, Indian food
I feel your shoulders
Nuzzling into my arm rest
P.S. Smell? Thai food
Do you hear something?
Click, click, click touching your Mac
But I am softer
(that last one as I was typing this up on the macbook pro)
If you'd like to help me come up with some funny notes to plant in the furniture, please submit them before December 4 - I'll be ditching this taco stand on the 5th.
