ouchie.

i fell down the stairs on my way out last night.

it hurt.

my lizzie sent me this email and it pretty much depicts the events, except
no one was there to ask me

:(

out with the old and in with the white

the whole bedroom. i've scrapped it all. it's gonna be all. white. all night.

this is gonna be my bedroom by the time i'm done with it

secrets

i am letting you into a place where something very special happens: sleeping.


i hate this room. i cannot tell you or explain in words how much this room makes me cringe whenever i walk into it.

i have such ideals about how bedrooms HAVE TO look that i cannot even begin to endeavor where to begin. everything in this room makes me want to scratch off the paint with my bare fingernails.

so now i am beginning my restoration. UGH i hate this room. god - the whole thing, its bad. its really bad. we have so much work to do in here and what i want requires probably a billion doll-hairs.



here is the before (have you EVER seen SUCH a "before" in your life)




so with a tight but reasonable budget i hope to get everything in the picture below and have a nice, yummy and serene bedroom. now only if i could paint the floors white....




and the fabric for behind the bed will look like this:
(forgive me, i forget where i found this, if someone has a link , please tell me)

kill me. seriously kill me

i just met ira glass (he lives on my block and i see him often but i never say anything) and he was talking to my neighbor and i said this and only this:


"I LOVE YOU. NOT TO BE WEIRD. BUT, I SERIOUSLY LOVE YOU. I'M NOT WEIRD, I SWEAR."

i seriously don't deserve to be alive.