i'll pretend to be an adult. but i'll probably never actually legitimately be one.

today's post is brought to you by the letter "d."
"d" as in the disaster that is the house because shitler and i decided to rearrange last night.
for whatever reason shitler took yesterday by storm with his "we need to be adults!" and "this place can't look like a fucking frat house anymore!" attitude and then my attitude was all "pass the champagne."

and obviously i don't have it together enough to take an official before picture so this one will have to do.  i've taken the liberty of doing some labeling for you.  
you're welcome.

here's the thing.  i've never been into decorating anything.
there's better things to be doing.  like drinking.
but i figured that i better get on this run-away-adult-train that shitler was on or i'd get run over.
it's not finished yet.  because i have to like wash.the.walls.  which is something i literally never thought i would ever say in my entire life.  and things need to be dusted.  AGAIN.  
which brings me to this next admittance.
back in the day when my parents made me dust every single fucking weekend i was all "this isn't necessary DAD.  EVERY WEEKEND?! really?!"  and now i'm all "fuck.  dad was right.  again."
so here's what we have so far.  at least in regards to the new layout.

but now all the stuff that i've been pack-ratting away is getting piled everywhere else till i get to it.
so things look like this.

i'm sincerely hoping that this gets done tonight.

i'm also hoping that in the midst of everything shitler has to hang back up on the walls that he won't notice me trying to find a place to sneak this guy.

p.s. shitler informed me that his family used to arrange things in their house like every three months.

p.p.s. my family's shit is in the same position it was when i was eight.

do you like rearranging?

or does it drive you to drink?