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Mike and I like to play a little game called How Long Will the Basil Last This Time? First we buy it, lug it home, and then scream at it for dying on us after like four days. It's a really sweet game, you guys.

As much as I love representin' OnSugar, I couldn't curb my love of acquiring, so I bought fotoflat.com. Rest yer weary typing fingers!

We may not have out own stoop, but the outside of our door works fine for jack-o-lantern purposes too. And seriously, you can tell that my pumpkin has California on it in person. CALIFORNIA LUH-UVE BAH DUH DUM DUM DUM DUH DUM

BAH DUH DUM DUM DUM DUH DUM

*Title suggested by who you think would suggest it

This is the chicken salad my bf made the other night for me while I had to work. Bro he roasted the chicken first and then shredded it into this greatness.

Seriously, bokeh is the coolest thing ever. Especially when it's heart-shaped bokeh and can make even the scaffolding outside look rad.

Mike has wanted to hang a skateboard (his first love) in the hall as art for as long as we've lived together. He finally got his wish, after our friend Matt painted a deck for him.

Look at us! Commissioning art! We're so fancy.

Highly recommended, and you can still touch your own walls afterward.

So I tried my hand at the famous Martha Stewart tissue balls of Internet lore for a bachelorette party I threw this weekend. They were kind of hard, dude, and tear so easily, but I got them up. And guess what! They're still up. Rolling, that's how I do it.

Oh yeah, that's right, we stretched our own canvas, then the fabric, pulling and stapling like a Beverly Hills plastic surgeon. The payoff: def worth it.

I could give two turds if cupcakes are no longer the hot dessert trend. They still make me freak out.