And do you know what "this" is? It's called organizing my room. Listening to The Black Keys and finding accessories in this disaster of a bedroom. I'm even going to upload more pictures, because I want you to see the hurricane of STUFF that I have to decide what to do with.
Look! I'm drowning in clothes. And books. I also feel the need to show you all the bottom half of my outfit, because it's embarrassing.
No, I didn't go to Brown. Yes, there's more clothing on my bed. Yes I'm wearing cut-off sweatpants with cashmere socks and a head wrap. And I'm going to head to the kitchen in a minute to attempt to make something that goes along with the "Red, White and Blue" theme of tonight's soiree. Can we take an official vote on whether or not my life has reached enough of a point of "pathetic" for me to be okay with moving 3,000 miles?
I haven't actually organized anything yet. I've just posed for you and drank a cup of coffee. If this post doesn't get me a Pulitzer I don't know what. Maybe it'll get me an agent? Or an episode of "What Not To Wear"?
Oh, I had such high hopes for this post to be the end of my spell of lameness. No one even acknowledged my pathetic joke of a spider poem satire. I guess I'll steer clear of satirizing children's rhymes from now on.
PS: If anyone has favorite spots in any of the following states please let me know, I'm looking for good road trip diners, views, photo spots, whatever. The states are: Delaware (haha), Maryland, Virginia, North Carolina, South Carolina, Georgia, Alabama, Mississippi, Tennessee (southwest corner/Memphis), Arkansas, Oklahoma, Texas (panhandle), New Mexico, southwest Colorado, Arizona. Route subject to change. Life subject to change.