I live in a very red city in a purple state. I'm the only blue one for miles. We had a gay governor who was married to a woman and only came out during his resignation.
How fucking useless.
There are two little light bulbs and one big one in my ceiling light. You can't tell this by looking from any angle besides flat on your back on the floor. The big one has been dead for months now, casting one third of my room into a slightly gloomier state than the rest. That could be why that's the corner that has the most mess. Either that or because it's the only part you can't see when you look through my open door from the hall. That's something I've picked up from my mom. Have your mess, but put it where the least number of people will see it. I don't want to hide my mess; I want to pile it all up in the doorway to everybody walking down the hall sees it and only it. I'll be hiding away on the other side of it, organized and alphabetized, arranged biggest to smallest, darkest colours on the right