
This is the place where I sleep on my new Ikea bed, aka the Roomstead, aka Back Wicha Bottom Dolla!, aka San Nustletynn Village, aka Getcha Booty Outcha Pants and Let's Dance. Notice the soccer ball pillow...I got this because when I saw it at Ikea I had a vision of me drop-kicking it into Stewart's face. True story, I know he'll understand. Also, behind my hiny on the table is a bottle of Basil Hayden's Kentucky bourbon, a parting gift from the staff of Urban Standard in Bham (the cafe where I recently worked). It's so good. Window unit? Yes. Glow-N-The-Dark stars/comets on the ceiling? Believe it. Upside down Red Mountain Park sticker on guitar? Take that one to the bank.
2 comments:
i have that bed. true story.
I would juggle that soccer ball pillow so fucking much and then play four matches of knee soccer. making goals for knee soccer is one the brightest moments of my childhood.
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