I've recently moved from a flat in central Durham to a lovely house just a bit outside the cit centre. God, is it awesome. Disregarding the various problems with the flat (first landlady going bankrupt, new landlord being what most people would refer to as a c*unt, noise levels, being generally disgusting), GOD AM I IN LOVE WITH THIS PLACE. I have a massive ensuite and a walk-in wardrobe. I did a little squeal and skip session the first time I saw it properly. Someone said they didn't think I had enough clothes to fill it. HAH! I need more coat- and skirthangers. I only have about 60. And a shoe rack, and possibly another set of drawers. Am planning on turning it into a boudoir style paradise of feathers, fashion and flowers. Pictures will probably follow.
Am loving my housemates as well. They're awesome. In spite of the guys' dislike of the bright pink and green combo I decided for the kitchen, being the interior bitch I am. So I've put some gender neutral stuff in as well (world map, condoms, the sign language alphabet. The sign language alphabet makes sense, right?) just to butch it up a little. For an April Fools' joke K and I considered dipping tampons in strawberry jam, wrapping them in a little bit of toilet paper, and leaving them in strategical places. I thought it was a great idea. Silly K voted it down. I think she has taste or some other affliction when it comes to practical jokes.
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