Directory:
Kitchen
Living Room
Dining Room
Downstairs Bathroom
Upstairs
Upstairs Bathroom
Master Bedroom
Backyard

You're going to need some background info on this room. When I was born, I was born a year too early.
My parents planned on moving into a larger house, and my room was a storage room. Well, guess what?
That hasn't changed in 17 years. My room is still a storage room from hell. The only thing that I acutally
own in this room is my bed, my drawers, my posters, and my alarm clock. Oh, and a fan. Yea, everything else
is my mother's bullshit. Here's the top of my drawers, overfilled because I can't get to the bottom drawyers to
clean them out, whee:

Here's some of the shit on my wall. The photo is signed by Chris Terreri:


This is an alpaca fur pillow. It's like sleeping on sex. No, I haven't had sex with it:

And here are fourteen pictures that are of shit in my room, and they are aptly titled--what. What indeed:















To anyone that's ever wondered why I want to move out so fucking badly, that's why. :D

Head back to the hallway.