We're only 13 days into 2012 and I have decided to make this blog a consistent thing. Like any good relationship, both parties should stay in constant contact in order to truly nurture the bond that they have agreed to venture into. The problem with continuous communication is that sometimes there's just not much to say. Maybe nothing happened today, or maybe you're tired of telling the same ol' stories about your same ol' crappy boss. Either way, I'll share new and exciting things, as often as they occur.
In keeping with New Year resolution #3 (become an emotionally responsible being) I am moving out of mom and pops place. That's right; I will lay my head at night in my very own apartment. One catch, I will be living with 2 guys. Everything about that is exciting to me; no "she didn't wash the dishes, she's such a whore" conversations, or "you should really tell me if you're going to have friends over" crap. Instead it'll be me and guys, shooting the shit, watching crappy TV, having barely meaningful conversations while drinking cheap beer. I think I'll love every second of it. Except... leather couches, posters of girls with HUGE boobs, a Mark Teixeira bar and bare walls.
THIS is Mark Teixeira, ladies. I had no idea who he was either.
Yep... this is Chandler and Joey's apartment. But my living room isn't far off.
Now, I realize I can't complain, nor can I change anything. In fact it's not even that huge of a deal, but it's what I will live with for at least the next year of my life. BUT, I still have my bedroom. A large room that I get to call my own, and do whatever I want to. So, what to do? Pink and more pink all over? Frills and bows and lace? Posters of gowns and pumps? This is what I have been racking my brain over. And I think this will be what a majority of my posts will be about until I move in on March 1st.
Be prepared for a lot of pink and flowers and puppy-dog smiles.
xo, Ash
