Monday, November 2, 2009
"Dimebag....Well that got your attention."
"Pavlov's pothead. I hear the sound of a bong clink and my eyes begin to water."
Damn, I love that movie.
I used to say that when I graduated from college, I was only going to be able to afford a cardboard box to live out of. That box, I assured everyone, would be the most glamorous square piece of cardboard a person could possibly comfortably inhabit.
Now I'm pretty sure that I'll be able to swing an apartment with a bathroom and kitchen and living room turned bedroom. I haven't really thought about interior decoration though, I change so often that it might be a waste for me....
...but so long as the clothes, shoes and handbags are all nestled away in the closet, I think I'll be fine. The closet is always the first room in the house that ever really feels like home for me. I'm not sure why that is but I love it.
Daylight savings makes me want to sleep forever.
Love to you all,