I've had a handful of people ask and I know I love seeing where online friends live. So, since I vacuumed, I went ahead and took pictures of my place. My room is a bit girlier than I really want but I'm keeping it on the cheap and sometimes it being a perpetual Valentine's day is kinda nice. Hearts. Many hearts.
Warnings: We have horrible lighting so the pictures aren't spectacular. I also can't hang things straight. At all. There are a lot of pictures but I can't help it, I want to show you the things that make me happy! And I have no money and live in a trailer from the 70s, owned by a slumlord. I'M DOING THE BEST I CAN, PEOPLE!
Bedroom door. Accurate.
Bearded Fat Lady at the carnival! By coincidence, behind her is a vial of sand from Coney Island which was sent to me by a fabulous friend.
First by category, then by rainbow.
Tim Gunn watches over my fashion choices.
"Caring for myself is not self-indulgence, it is self-preservation, and that is an act of political warfare."
“In order to rise from its own ashes, a Phoenix first must burn." (I desperately want this tattooed on me.)
No idea what my face was doing just then.
Gratuitous cat picture.
So, there ya go!