If I could remember why we thought this mustard was so cool I would tell you.
I celebrated being 21 that night.
Not that it makes not remembering things ok.
Or looking really horrible in pictures ok either.
I celebrated being 21 that night.
Not that it makes not remembering things ok.
Or looking really horrible in pictures ok either.
I stole that glass I am holding.
I don't think I was sly about it either.
It was a birthday present to myself.
That still doesn't make it a good thing
or a right thing.
I don't condone stealing.
Apparently my mother has stolen a lot of glasses from places in her wilder days.
Hah.
Something I found out after taking the glass home...
like mother like daughter maybe?
Speaking of my mother...
this is her.
She's pretty.
You can't tell so much in this picture because she is far away.
This will be my brother's room
...and my room for a few weeks.
Oh, the fun that will be
:)
The red wall.
The future living room.
The future flooring.
Do you see that funky cone looking light?
It will be mine.
I've claimed it.
It's vintage circa 1960.
Maybe.
It's old.
And mine.
2 comments:
oh that night, i don't think i can ever forget that night.. well the parts i can remember. not a good night for me, or one of my better moments, but i guess i can say i had that entirely too drunk for my own good experience now. it was pretty bad. you know you had a rough night when you wake in the morning to find yourself covered in splinters and various patches of throw up.
but that's enough about that haha. the house looks like it's coming along, my parents house is as well. i think by the time i leave here, most of it will be done, although they will put off moving in until march in hopes they can sell it, or rent it, by then.
PS: like the new look of your blog, i think this is the best update yet, even though it looks like part of the header being pushed down further than it's supposed to (sorry, my anal web developer side coming through).
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