Yo pics or no cash, Cat. Have some pride in your work for fuck’s sakes.
Actually, I think I’ve seen your new pad. Lemme take a scroll…
…man, you’re all like organized and shit. Which is good as a videogame collection of that size could easily become an unruly mess in the hands of less focused individuals *cough* and here, it’s been wrangled into some pretty nice symmetry. The bare walls, though, would make me fucking insane (in quite a literal sense - I have difficulty sleeping and am prone to mild anxiety attacks when I move into a new place.) My room, it’s nothing less than a dorkcentric T.G.I.Friday’s or no dice. Even the barest wall stays busy with painted garishness.
Fetching pad tho, you. Like jeez.
And those end tables are inspiring some mega-covet over here.
Still hate the term “man-cave,” though.
Ah, hey, I missed this post! The walls aren’t as bare as the old posts would have you believe but they’re more bare than I’d like. This is due in no small part to the hideous paint job the previous tenants left in my place and my lack of energy to fix it by myself. I need a person or three to come help me paint when it’s warmer so I can actually ventilate my apartment and move everything and get it done in a day. The paint job in this place is eye-gougingly bad if you have any sense of aesthetics at all. My kitchen is two shades of white and they didn’t bother moving the fridge to do it so behind THAT is canary yellow, the living room is two-toned shades of awful blue and the bedroom is a somewhat-tolerable yellowy-white with a completely intolerable accent wall in the shade “BLENDED CHUTNEY” from Wal-Mart, single coat done with a roller and splotchy. It is awful and I hate it. Plenty of stuff needs patches too, I’ve just covered it up with strategically placed prints in the meantime.
If my furniture isn’t filler from Ikea because you know, budgets, the rest of it is pretty much original mid-century modern pieces. That includes the end tables by the couch and the round table in front of the window. The couch is from 1956 or so I believe and custom made, though the upholstery is shot, obviously (cats are dicks unintentionally and I just gave up at some point). The coffee table was refinished by my father and looks great, honestly. Kitchen table is formica with a removable leaf and chairs my mom redid with black vinyl cushions for me. Original tin Speed Racer sign.