here is a view of the living room as I walk out of my bedroom. good morning. 

I thought about making breakfast, but in this kitchen…forget it. overflowing trashcan, mountain of shit/half eaten food on the washer/dryer.

possible squirrel/king cockroach/hygiene gnome nesting under the shelf-things beside the fridge.

omg, do you figure these dishes clean or dirty???!? Maybe I can rinse out the pint of ben and jerry’s by the sink and just use it. 

a peek in the fridge to see what’s available. :( I cleaned that bitch out ONCE, back in february or march when I first moved in, and then I gave up and just stopped buying things that had to be refrigerated. Found expired yogurt and shit from 2007 in there. (?!) Oh, and trust me, you do not want to open that drawer. God.

a look back from the entrance area, sort of a general overview of what greets me every time I walk in. I don’t know about you, but I feel dirty. on to the shower… 

…where I find this in the little shower caddy thing. a lump of her hair. just…tossed in there. fuck.

***BONUS***



^gay rights rally^ boom.