Mister fert is upside down with his tongue stuck out.

My room is such a mess and is it really such a bad thing to like it this way? I am actually starting to be able to really be able to keep up with the mammals in my room and I know if I wanted to I could make time to keep all my own crap organized but I don't like it that clean. I tend to be quite scatterbrained myself and a neat and tidy thinking place just doesn't do it for me, whatever IT is. Would my room still be my room if it was clean, bed made, all my books shelved, vacuum lines in the carpet, all fresh like an ad for healthy teenage living? I doubt it. My hair is cold and wet right now, compliments of the freezing showers I take to help keep my hair color bright. Thank god Michele fixed that pink crap, but really. . . Did she need to go all out with the black temporary dye? Oh, I got this awesome poster in Avila. I'm using it to decide my whole room scheme. It's an Absinthe Robette print and I was in love when I saw it. But then again. . . The love of krista is more fleeting than mister ferts obsessions. Green, tan and blue. It will be my room of awesomeness. And I am finally getting rid of that broken dresser. Man I hate that thing. My neighbors want it because its good oak but fuck. . . The whole thing is warped and only two drawers actually fit and one of those has the bottom falling out into the drawer below it. Silly neighbors and their poverty. I still haven't unpacked from the beach. And I really can't wait for my birthday, my mom took me shopping for my birthday outfit and I ended up getting three strapless dresses, two jackets, shoes, a shrug and another flower pin. I love my employee discount. I love it hard. I'm doing my ink work lately, finally giving charcoals and photoshop a break. I'm still getting used to my brush pens and trying to work with the idea that pressure doesn't change the color as much as just picking up a lighter or darker gray pen. I like monotone. I also like febreze. And mister fert. I like him more than anything else. I don't know how I will ever get by without his funky lil face pressing against the bars to beg me to let him out.