Getting Bored
Then getting lazy in the middle of entertaining yourself.
So my room is a mess. Always. Perpetually. Let me show you.
This is what you see when you first walk in. An overflowing dresser, a rat cage that needs cleaning, lizard puppets hanging off of overstacked shelves and piles of storage boxes filled with a bunch of fucking legos. Damn it.
On the wall you see this nice little decorative piece that I like to call "My Old Tarantula's Discarded Exoskeleton".
Hang a right, and you have my bed.
This is what happens when you sleep with a guy that's too tall for your bed and too restless to keep the damn sheets from coming off of the mattress. Oh, and this is also what happens when you have a fat kitty that likes to sit on the corner. Everyone say "Hi, Henry!" I also hate my curtains. Notice the blanket I had to hang up to keep out the light.
To the direct right of the bed is my computer.
To name a few of the things sitting in scattered disorganization in the general area, there is a bottle of nail polish remover, a hairbrush, a promotional lego box from two years ago, a tupperware container that once held fruit salad, graham crackers, hair curlers, chapstick, retainers, nausea medicine, a small plastic orange shark and box of poptarts.
But this is where the magic happens. This is where I sit for hours and talk to all you lovely people and dazzle you with my sharp wit and endearing sense of charm that makes me so loveable. *snorts* It's also where I read bad Harry Potter Fanfiction and mock it in a group setting.
If you look slightly above the monitor, you'll see my ginormous bulletin board that Drew brought home from his old work for me. As you can see, I haven't really made too much use of the space other than to "motivate" weight loss and display pictures my friend Tina made for me over the course of high school.
AND HERE'S MY PRINCESS BRIDE CALENDAR EEEEEEEEE
So cool.
So, the space that I inhabit is predominantly overrun with books.
And books
And books
And more books.
In fact, it's almost a little ridiculous
So I made my bed.
Called that good.
Then Jamie came in for poptarts.
The End.
So my room is a mess. Always. Perpetually. Let me show you.
This is what you see when you first walk in. An overflowing dresser, a rat cage that needs cleaning, lizard puppets hanging off of overstacked shelves and piles of storage boxes filled with a bunch of fucking legos. Damn it.
On the wall you see this nice little decorative piece that I like to call "My Old Tarantula's Discarded Exoskeleton".
Hang a right, and you have my bed.
This is what happens when you sleep with a guy that's too tall for your bed and too restless to keep the damn sheets from coming off of the mattress. Oh, and this is also what happens when you have a fat kitty that likes to sit on the corner. Everyone say "Hi, Henry!" I also hate my curtains. Notice the blanket I had to hang up to keep out the light.
To the direct right of the bed is my computer.
To name a few of the things sitting in scattered disorganization in the general area, there is a bottle of nail polish remover, a hairbrush, a promotional lego box from two years ago, a tupperware container that once held fruit salad, graham crackers, hair curlers, chapstick, retainers, nausea medicine, a small plastic orange shark and box of poptarts.
But this is where the magic happens. This is where I sit for hours and talk to all you lovely people and dazzle you with my sharp wit and endearing sense of charm that makes me so loveable. *snorts* It's also where I read bad Harry Potter Fanfiction and mock it in a group setting.
If you look slightly above the monitor, you'll see my ginormous bulletin board that Drew brought home from his old work for me. As you can see, I haven't really made too much use of the space other than to "motivate" weight loss and display pictures my friend Tina made for me over the course of high school.
AND HERE'S MY PRINCESS BRIDE CALENDAR EEEEEEEEE
So cool.
So, the space that I inhabit is predominantly overrun with books.
And books
And books
And more books.
In fact, it's almost a little ridiculous
So I made my bed.
Called that good.
Then Jamie came in for poptarts.
The End.