My life partner totally reneged on his promise to move me to a proper abode, ie, one with a closet or, perhaps a wall. Since today is his 30th birthday, I will take this opportunity to blow his spot wide open, as it will cancel out all of the well wishing happening on Le Facebook.
THAT'S WHAT YOU GET FOR STEALING MY WALL. A WOMAN NEEDS A WALL.
Anywho, because of his thievery and dream killing, we will remain FOREVERUNTILWE DIE a little while longer on 64th street and I have begun some home improvements. Mainly, just ordering knick knacks from Mexico to assuage the pain and painting some shit that has chipped, as, it was more than likely found on the street.
We fancy.
These Mexican lovelies came today. One smells so bad that no number of washings will ever fix it, so I'll hang it somewhere. Like, outside.The other 2 will be a combo of blankies, protecting the couch from my direwolf and other tasks of that nature.
I may be going overboard in the 'theme' department.
The cacti are becoming out of control in my house. I feel like there are also cacti in Mexico.
Obsessed with the rug below. And the windows. Not that purse, though. Barf.
Even my plastic deck rug is Mexi-ish. I can say Mexi-ish because I have a Mexican friend, and that makes it not racist.
Want to update the skull wall with some more old photos of people that I do not know.
Even my romper had Mexicans on it. I think that may have been J's favorite outfit yet. As per his face.
I have a malachite bowl filled with pesos, as well. I know I often joke. But unfortunately, that was not one of them.
