But I did anyway. Because I am not an animal.
*Sigh* I heart the Seattle Crap Museum... Here. Let me take you on a tour so you can heart it too.
This is my entry hall. It's just a wee bit lacking in the crap department. I promise to get right on that!
As soon as I con somebody into taking me to Ikea.
And here is the dimly lit bathroom. And while it looks amazingly like the previous bathroom, it's not... Because it has an OUTLET! To plug in hairdryers! IN THE BATHROOM! You know! Like normal bathrooms! Yay!!
And if you were at my apartment, I know you'd look at all my crap. So here. Knock yourself out.
And don't ask me why I need so many different kinds of eyedrops. Or nail polish. Or shampoo. Or body wash. Or... Hey, don't look at me like that. There's a Sephora in downtown Seattle now. I can't be held responsible!
Also note that there is a copy of the floor plan of one of my favorite buildings in Seattle on the wall... What kind of dork would I be if I didn't manage get my hands on the plans for a historic building, that even the planning department doesn't even have? Huh?
Aren't I cunning?
And here is the living room. Note the slippery hardwood floors, the shelves full of books, (Some that I've even read!) and the Law & Order:Criminal Intent DVD's. And let's not forget the ugliest blue chair in the world... Jealous yet?
And here is the other side of the room... The grown-up art on the walls augments the college dorm room concrete-block shelves, don't you think?
On the floor there is my brand new yard-sale rowing machine. It's my new favorite toy! I loves it! Even if it does make me walk like a noodle afterward.
... And don't I have the coolest ugly brown naugahyde dining room chairs ever?
Now I know you're jealous.
Far over there in the corner is the futon I have ingeniously covered with a sheet while I commission a new futon cover. (Dude, that thing is cherry red under there... With black tassles! It's even too ugly for me!)
:geriatricmark:: What's that trophy over there for?
Me: For being the prettiest girl in the world!
Geriatric Mark: ... But it's a third place trophy. You're the third prettiest? Only third?
Me: Well... At least until Salma Hayek and Joelle kick the bucket.