So now that the generic fblogger outfit pixs are out of the way--
It's official, I hate my apartment okay. Like, HATES IT.
I still can't fit my shoes anywhere and it's making me anxious...how the hell am I supposed to organize and function without my shoes being organized and functional??? They're not doing anything just sitting in moving bags...I don't even know what I have anymore...like, I've actually been shopping for shoes I technically already have--because I've forgotten--because I can't see them--because this apartment is too fucking small and I'm over it.
I'm not one to bitch about a shitty situation without talking about the solution: I signed a lease for my dream apartment today so there is a gorgeous-spacious-industrial style-actual walk-in closet-beautiful full kitchen-full bath-amazing living room-washer dryer included-vaulted ceiling light at the end of this long 11 month tunnel.
Now here's a photo of how I celebrated my solution:
|taro, red velvet and green tea with brownies and oreo|