"Love will be there in the morning."

Okay, I'm sorry. I lied. This is actually the best part.

They've come to find you, odalisque

So, I'm really digging my new set up. Check it:



None of my books are here yet, except for the pile on my desk and the few I carry around with me.



That tea is cold. I'm still drinking it.



The best part.



His



and Hers

See? We're so cute it's flippin' disgusting. All right. Time to get to work!

Your mom treats objects like women!

I can't get this poem finished. It's really frustrating, but I guess that's what it's all about. Since it's been awhile, I'll post the disgusting half devoured skeleton of the poem for you to read. Enjoy! Remember, of course, that it's not finished:


My dress swelled on the threshold,
the wind silently invading my home
The doorjamb towered above me,
Every quiet immaculate good bye
with freckled lips and pale eyes
calm and chaotic crashing waves
Five steps down, no turning back,
and my feet wavered beneath me

BLARG. In other news, I finally got a desk set up in the house: