It's official. I think about having my own place so often it's become an official hobby. If you see me sitting quietly and motionlessly at a corner, do not be alarmed. I wouldn't be suicidal, neither would I be on drugs. I'd just dreaming up that perfect home. If I could, I would make a sketch of mine but very unfortunately, the last time I ever drew something that actually looked like what it was supposed to look like was a stupid bird in lower sec art class, under close supervision of the teacher, no less. Plus, there has been too much mental re-arrangement of what would piece up le apartment - currently, it's a chaotic flux of minimalist-but-not-the-cheesy-zen-kind mixed with the-70s-like-in-the-mood-for-love-but-less-cluttered with bits of random ostentatious arty-farty pieces thrown in. Oh, and it will definitely have a high ceiling and LOTS of windows. The kind you push out, not slide around pointlessly.

It sort of looks like this:


(which means I should really be living in a studio) The white walls, bright lighting unconstrained windows, and the BIGASS dollar sign are such a draw. ;)

Then again... How apt is this comic strip.


Hah.