Clutter: A Redefinition
I just spent over 90 minutes pacing around The Room looking for my camera-to-computer cable. This was especially frustrating because given the square footage of the Pink Palace, I knew it had to be less than five feet away from me no matter where I was standing. I eventually uncovered it under one of my many bags of trash. Whew! That was close! Dee NEEDS documentation of my new apartment, NOW. We must not deprive Dee of photos. Click below if you too are interested.




The obvious thing to do when you hate your paint color is cover the entire main wall with unsightly tapestries. The one on the left includes traces of Parasitic Pink to match the walls. You ugly, hey hey, you ugly. Woo!


The view from the kitchenette. That awful faded purple mouse pellet-infused comforter will be replaced by a quilt almost as obnoxious as the tapestries in about a week.


How did fresh flowers get into my apartment? Gross.


The Way Out sign on the door might be the most obvious clash with the paint color in the entire The Room.


The "fireplace," which doesn't work but looks kind of cool. Those shelves are inexplicably balancing atop four cans of "lite" peaches and Larry's beloved Monopoly board game, which I begged the privilege of throwing out. Look Bridget - it's the Heffalump!


I just realized that the suitcase and large backpack would really go better in the storage closet. Eh. I'll just leave them here.


Oh wait, I was wrong. Dee's latest postcard (which she said would match the walls) is the most obvious clash in the entire The Room.


Exercise balls should always go on top of the toaster oven.


Closet B, with makeshift sock drawer. I drank all 12 at once just so I could use the case.


Still too obsessed with 2002's "vintage food posters" calendar.


Awwww, look at the tiny sink. :(


This unnecessary freezer collage is entitled "Insomnia."


Had to christen the new stove by cooking cheesy noodles. Meg, check out the name of my stove. "haha".


New microwave from Sasha on Craigslist. Note the numerous bags of Spicy Chex Mix that Dee kept sending me all spring because I mentioned on the phone ONE TIME that I "kind of like Spicy Chex Mix."


The paint color actually works in the bathroom. All right!


These posters match the color too. It's the color I "always wanted and now I have. I rule!"




MORE storage space? What will go in there? THE POSSIBILITIES ARE ENDLESS.



I'm about to start rereading a book I first read in high school for my summer class. I'm a little afraid because I know I'm going to be horrified by the marginalia. After randomly opening to page 173 and reading the comment, "WEIRD!" in jade-colored ink, I know I'm in for a treat. Some of my other gems from that era include "Huh?" (which has since been replaced by "WTF?" during graduate study), "haha" (which I still use), and my all-time favorite, "is this foreshadowing?" I don't know Annie, read the rest of the fucking book and find out.

Shout-out to my new friend Lindsay and her kickass blog. It's funnier than mine, so I don't know if we can actually be friends because now I have a complex.

I saw Anchorman last night and somehow really, really enjoyed it.

I told myself I'd have to go running if the UPS guy came before 2, and he just did. Shit.