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Yes I have accepted that this may very well be the last time in 2009 that I see my bathing suit drying in my bathroom.

I'll never get tired of the old awesome crap that makes up my apartment. Like this latch on the built-in in my bathroom. It's chipping paint and it's still more charming than a small child.

How can I be sick of blue accessories, yet not be sick of blue accessories?! This is a real problem.

Technically it's a Christmas tree ornament but since this is my tree I'm not exactly in a position to be all traditional about things, so it's to the bathroom with you, buddy.

Some people are staunchly anti-magazine in the bathroom. Look, in this home, poop happens. Reading materials are a necessity.

Only temporarily though. I'm starting to feel mossy.

I always laugh in my dentist's face when she asks if I'm flossing. Am I flossing? Bitch please! Of course I am.

Ok, well I have never laughed in her face. That's incredibly rude.

In a world where toilet paper is put on a pedestal!....is my world?

I don't know what I've become.

Do normal people get excited about new trash cans? Maybe not. But maybe that's what separates me from everyone else. That and my superhuman ability at the board game Scene It.

I don't just know what love is because of my new hot orange bathroom rug; no, I know what love is because my boyfriend said he'd go to the rug's motherland, CB2, with me if I went to Apple with him.

Love, tinged with the tiniest bit of bribery. Sighs all around!