I hate ugly couches, originally uploaded by hambox.

The image above represents a mere fraction of the sofas for sale, 99.5% of them fugly beyond belief, on the two local craiglist pages upon which I lurk. As I’ve mentioned before, I am idly looking for a couch, so I regularly pinch my nose and jump into post after post of ugly, shabby, crappy, tacky.

My hatred for bad couches goes into the territory of Unreasonable. I want to punish them for their ugliness. I often visualize the image of Billie Joe stabbing the sofa in that Green Day video and wish, wish, WISH I could do that to the many eye-assaulters out there.

I don’t know why I’m such a persnickity anger-harborer. I never even notice the couches inside the homes that I visit, and happy flop my buttocks down without a judging thought rattling around my harebrain.

But GAHD I am disintegrating at the sight of these poorly-shot photos of scroll-armed, teal leather, chintz, reclining nightmares.

And I feel the exact same way about watches.