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Mike has wanted to hang a skateboard (his first love) in the hall as art for as long as we've lived together. He finally got his wish, after our friend Matt painted a deck for him.

Look at us! Commissioning art! We're so fancy.

I could go ahead and get a really cute basket or bin for recycling my magazines, but that is sort of like admitting an addiction is real.

Find out what happens when inner tubes stop being cool and start being a real nuisance. 

Yeah, oops. I knocked down and broke a framed photo that Mike had shot, framed, and hung about 2 months ago. It is clearly my responsibility to fix this situation. And yet.

The problem is that neither Mike nor I can stop subscribing to magazines. So this is our rotating stack on the entry table, not counting the magazine files, the few in the bathroom, the ones in the magazine tote in the living room, and those in my nightstand. The recycled reading basket in the lobby LOVES us though.

Hey, look, someone hung them! Don't worry, it wasn't me. Which means they're sound.

P.S. I realize this picture is not that great. I remain unconcerned.

This is my coat rack. It rocks so hard, I'm not even sick of it yet.

Please to meet one of the things that made me want this apartment big time. No, it doesn't work, but the button has been repurposed to buzz people in the front entrance. Yes, occasionally I do pretend to talk to Mabel to call on John Smith in Murray Hill.

Admittedly, a great deal of my whiny bitchery does have to do with the changing year, rather than my actual things being stale. It's me, I know. One thing that really is in desperate need of rotation (or to be friendlier: addition) is my picture wall. I'm making a Walgreens print order now! What will get chosen?! OMG SUSPENSE!!!

Um, yes, I did mean to display these pictures by leaning them against the wall. It had absolutely nothing to do with my extreme laziness.

Not a jackass at all.