i would buy an industrial loft and piiiiiiiiiiiiiiimp it out. like nearly every 20-something seattle hipster alive, i dig the sight of exposed brick, concrete floors and eclectic kitsch. you definitely wouldn't know it though by looking at my condo now. i mean, i
do have two pairs of antlers on my wall (so progressive) and enough texas paraphenalia to last me a lifetime but, since i'm a renter, the walls are neutral and, overall, my place has about as much sex appeal as the 40-year-old virgin. i can deal with it - my lease is
almost up and although i
hate hate hate moving, it's the primo opportunity to swag out your space.
so back to donald trump...if i had his cheddar, i would
not have gold-encrusted toilets (he seriously does) or statues of nakey people. i
would spend it on some of these niceties to make house a home.
p.s. apologies for the blog going all "13-year-old-emo-kid-with-greasy-bangs-in-her-face-and-systemic-acne". life gets tough sometimes and writing covers a multitude of hurts
