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I know, knives on the wall are totally not feng shui. See above title for my blistering comeback to your thought about me.

And more than just sometimes. Things go bad, plants die, sometimes my sink smells really bad. Like right now.

Regardless! My pear timer from Ichiban Kan is impervious to my stupidity.

Those hoard-y people who come on Oprah and "have no idea" why their living rooms are filled with old magazines and empty snack packs totally creep me out. 

I have come by a new OCD in the past couple years, that which cannot abide clutter. Ew. Don't get me wrong though; I super have clutter. I just think it sucks.

The only place I actually don't mind clutter at all is in my kitchen. Probably because it's small as shit. But I've installed bars and shelves and put in carts all in the name of coffee, toast, sammy-making, even just a place to open my candy — and all the crud in its place taking up every square inch is totally ok with me. 

If grace is the quality of making people around you feel comfortable, then this thing? Totally Jackie O.

 You know what's the most awesomest thing ever? Coffee on the weekends. It just tastes SO MUCH BETTER than a weekday cup. Weekday cup is a chump compared to weekend cup!

Look, you can almost see steam! It's magic.

 I spent a total of one million months looking for an apartment when I found this place. It was worth it for the wood floors and built-ins, where my glasses now chill. See those big thick glasses? I break them and replace them on the regular.

You should be impressed. They're really thick.

 I don't want to be all crass (just kidding, I do), but I'm a whore for Le Creuset.I don't know why I got all into one specific brand of cast-iron pans, and obsessively hunt for them on eBay, but I am. Look at that! It's hot! It's lime green! It heats up water so motherf*cking fast!

 Hello, dear heart.

Without you, I'm nothing. No, seriously. You should see me. It's gross.