I don't just know what love is because of my new hot orange bathroom rug; no, I know what love is because my boyfriend said he'd go to the rug's motherland, CB2, with me if I went to Apple with him.
Love, tinged with the tiniest bit of bribery. Sighs all around!
Maybe it's totally obvious, but I'm an SLR noob. I am learning how to use this mother of a digital camera, and my learning process is taking place right flipping here. My hope is that you'll see the quality of the photos go from pretty sad to not-as-sad as the posts progress. I mean, look at the diff between how cruddy my first post is, compared to the one above (I just organized my bathroom with these glasses. I feel good.).
Anyways, I will not replace my older photos in those posts, as a souvenir of my education. I don't care how stupid they are.
This is so totally dorky, but usually, Mike and I have coordinating toothbrushes. Like, we always go for those two-toothbrushes-packs, and they're always the same brush, just two different colors. It looks good in the bathroom, sue me.
Clearly that is not the current situation. AND IT IS KILLING ME.
Remember when bird stuff was ALL HUGE like two years ago? Um, me too. Home decor trends are total scams because you buy something you're gonna have around for a long time, as opposed to fashion trends, because you can donate those Forever 21 earrings to Goodwill and shit.
So, the bird remains. It's a good thing I like him. He holds your robe while you shower in the bathroom now. Isn't that sweet of him?
I got this framed diorama (am I using that right? Whatev) from my old coworkers when I moved from Ventura. It's Ventura, but tiny. Isn't that a rad going-away present? That's like a movie-quality going-away present. The clock is from Ikea. It was 2 bucks. No good story, but I did break its earlier brother when I dropped it in the sink. I'll take care of you, new clock.
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