I want her kitchen. And living room couch. And her garden. And maybe I should move my piano into the kitchen. I like her reasoning behind having one in her kitchen.
And this is the best quote I’ve ever read from anyone, ever.
“When I’m desperately lonely and want to go home, I buy fabric online,” Case admits. “I don’t know how much sadder it gets. Some people turn to porn; I buy fabric on the Internet.”
Oh my god her house is perfection
Lindsay Mound, Marilyn Monroe Moves to Williamsburg, digital collage, 2012
We could all see your entire bare ass, like, most of the early part of the evening. I thought you should know, because I bet your attentive boyfriend was all, “No honey, it wasn’t that bad! You were fine! Don’t be embarrassed! No one even noticed!”
Nope. In actual fact, you were a real mess and you made bit of a spectacle of yourself. You made me extremely glad I am not 22 anymore.
There is some amount of sympathy I feel for you. Here it is, January 4th, and I’m still thinking about you. What if that guy was not your boyfriend, but an opportunistic stranger? What if you were not in fact drunk, but you have some sort of health issue that caused some sort of weird loss of all control type-episode at not even 10pm on New Year’s Eve?
I guess I am just saying that it’s still a good idea to wear underwear, just in case.
2012 must already be improving for you. We can only hope.