It’s Almost Time! (Part 3) in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

Go back and see parts 1 and 2…there is a sequence to this madness!

And here, mainly for [Parliament]’s enjoyment is “the bed”. This is where I snooze. I would love to say that this bed gets a lot of extracurricular use, but alas, it is used mainly for sleeping. Honestly, the last glimmer of action that it’s seen was months ago when that married guy drunkenly followed me home. And he ended up getting scared and running (thankfully).

I wonder if he got scared because the cat was looking at him in the same way he is looking at the camera in the far right hand corner of this photo.

And yup. That’s the abbreviated version of the mirror collage on the wall. I really had something else in mind, but this is what I put together at the last minute. I also had to work around some existing holes in the wall, so I had to creatively disguise.

Moving along…

Here is a peeky-peek at my kitchen. I’m only posting this so that you can get an idea of the whole place. The kitchen is really, REALLY tiny. And really, really cluttered. There’s so much I’d like to do in here, but there’s really not enough room. Aah, the joys of chaos. Yes…that’s a stuffed chicken on the top shelf of the cabinet. When you squeeze its wing, he does the chicken dance. And the other creature sitting close by is my prized monkey cookie jar that I inherited from my grandma. Oh…and there’s a bunch of other crap, too. See for yourself.

And the last component of the apartment is the dining room. See the black table? That’s the table that I bought for $20 at a yard sale at the Episcopalian student center on the SMU campus when I lived in Dallas. Some students carried it to my apartment for me! I immediately painted it black and got the schoolhouse chairs to go with it.

And do you like my pear painting? I bought it because it reminds me of….me! A little bottom heavy, but nice and rounded! I think it’s really wreaking havoc on the feng shui, though.

And here’s another angle of the dining room. What’s inside the armoire, you ask? Yes, my computer is housed inside. I thought you might like to see where all this nonsense comes from. I pull up one of the dining room chairs and type to my little heart’s content.

That’s it, my friends. That’s my place. Not a lot, but it’s home. And now, in the same vein as MTV Cribs, I’m going to have to ask you to leave.

Go on.

Get outta here.

Go!

And please be quiet when you shut the door. His highness is trying to sleep!