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That's for all the support guys. Much obliged.
In a related fit of emotional outbursts I cleaned my room.
It's clean to me anyway. Photos just because I have some strange shit and am personally amazed at the crap I found.
First things first. This is the outside of my room. The door I walk in through. That's the terrifying shit I see every night while wandering into bed.
This is the inside view of my room from that doorway. I took this just to prove that I'm not full of shit about living in a dungeon.
This is back to the door. But from the inside. Significantly less terrifying.
To the right of the door. This used to be an empty space. Or rather, there was a jerry rig closet that I ripped out and then there was an empty space. Now there's some posters and book. A very very small portion of the books I own. I need more cases. Thus all the space, for future cases. Also, that hat on top, is a Guiness hat. It does not fit my head. It belongs to a friend of mine who went off to the Shire. He should be back to get it in a month or so.
Along the same wall is the entertainment center. This used to be scattered around the room in various places, it was a nightmare trying to find anything. Not I've got all that shit in one place. The N64, Atari, SNES, NES, etc are in the dark attic in storage right now.
Opposite side of the room is the night stand. Here lies the handhelds and miscellaneous crap that I don't have any place for, but use to often or need for whatever reason and can't put into storage.
A zoom in of the nightstand. Believe it or not, this is actually really clean and organized. Normally I can't see the nightstand wood or the wall behind it.
The bed. I love the blanket. It's amazingly soft and there are some great memories associated with it. My ex, the one I just split up with, gave it to me for Christmas. Surprisingly, I don't think about her when I'm on it or what have you.
And the last corner, my dresser. Yes, despite having all that ridiculous geeky shit on there I have actually had sex. And in this room. I realize that this is difficult to believe, I have trouble believing it too.
And back to the exit. This time with the door open staring into the terrible abyss. I don't sleep with the door open.
I was asked to show a better picture of the Vidya Gaems section. This is it.
So yea. On the road to recovery? I think so. I figure this is step one towards not going batshit crazy with loneliness. Step 2: Getting a job.
In a related fit of emotional outbursts I cleaned my room.
It's clean to me anyway. Photos just because I have some strange shit and am personally amazed at the crap I found.
First things first. This is the outside of my room. The door I walk in through. That's the terrifying shit I see every night while wandering into bed.
This is the inside view of my room from that doorway. I took this just to prove that I'm not full of shit about living in a dungeon.
This is back to the door. But from the inside. Significantly less terrifying.
To the right of the door. This used to be an empty space. Or rather, there was a jerry rig closet that I ripped out and then there was an empty space. Now there's some posters and book. A very very small portion of the books I own. I need more cases. Thus all the space, for future cases. Also, that hat on top, is a Guiness hat. It does not fit my head. It belongs to a friend of mine who went off to the Shire. He should be back to get it in a month or so.
Along the same wall is the entertainment center. This used to be scattered around the room in various places, it was a nightmare trying to find anything. Not I've got all that shit in one place. The N64, Atari, SNES, NES, etc are in the dark attic in storage right now.
Opposite side of the room is the night stand. Here lies the handhelds and miscellaneous crap that I don't have any place for, but use to often or need for whatever reason and can't put into storage.
A zoom in of the nightstand. Believe it or not, this is actually really clean and organized. Normally I can't see the nightstand wood or the wall behind it.
The bed. I love the blanket. It's amazingly soft and there are some great memories associated with it. My ex, the one I just split up with, gave it to me for Christmas. Surprisingly, I don't think about her when I'm on it or what have you.
And the last corner, my dresser. Yes, despite having all that ridiculous geeky shit on there I have actually had sex. And in this room. I realize that this is difficult to believe, I have trouble believing it too.
And back to the exit. This time with the door open staring into the terrible abyss. I don't sleep with the door open.
I was asked to show a better picture of the Vidya Gaems section. This is it.
So yea. On the road to recovery? I think so. I figure this is step one towards not going batshit crazy with loneliness. Step 2: Getting a job.