Home. Drunk. Late.

In a small town, there are no 3 am deliveries. I biked home imagining subs and cheese fries, realizing at the last minute that the only thing to greet me was my dog (not a chef) and a fridge full of sub-par supplies. Not even a Marie Calendar. Nor an Easy Mac. Nor a leftover pizza.

I will survive. I will make huevos rancheros with  leftover black beans and pudding cups.

I wish I didn’t drink so much. 

FutureHouse: Doing Decor with multiple personalities

So, because I’m a nester and a materialist, I’ve been thinking increasingly of my FutureHouse (I’m an American, and it’s my god-given right to own a house since I didn’t get the pleasure of being Raptured yesterday). My packrat tendencies have loaded me with all kinds of junk over the past years and I’ve held onto a lot of it, planning to someday incorporate it into what I imagine to be a whimsically eclectic aesthetic in my house. It will probably just make me look like a fiendish junk-collector with a penchant for crap smaller than a breadbox. 

At least one of these items is the hard drive? motherboard? of my old laptop:

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I’ve never been one of those techie-types, but wouldn’t a whole collection of these on the wall look delightfully retro but also, like, hip?