When I saw the story with photos my first thought was that it's not really the apartment. Yeah, I'm mean. Sorry.

LOL, mean bue true. Some of these people sound weird, and their apartments reflect that. Maybe the apartment isn't the problem.

I wouldn't screw on those sheets either. But I would like to play with his Legos. [NOT A EUPHEMISM]

A friend of mine who was visiting my apartment recently said to me, apropos of nothing, "You know what? If I were going to hook up with you? The only thing that would offend me is your carpet. You need to vacuum. On the other hand, you don't want the place to be too neat and clean--otherwise I'd think you were gay. But other than the carpet, your apartment totally gives out that signal of available heterosexual male that's not screwed up. Wait--except for the Star Trek DVDs. Yeah, you should hide those. Isn't this good feedback?"

hm. i saw this on my morning rss feed.

i don't know why i instinctively fear and loathe these sorts of articles. i'm sure there are valid points made here, but they give me an icky feeling, like it sort of, i dunno, perpetuates the whole media-as-lifestyle-coach squickiness ordeal. i guess because it perpetuates the idea that life is a series of checkboxes or that people (who are inherently complex) can be tidily summed up by a series of these kind of snap judgements. i don't know.

i'm not very lucid today, and i'm having a hard time expressing why it bugged me just... i saw that article and winced a bit.

I wonder if the guy with the Italian shoes and the high-tech bong is still available.

you know, you get to a certain point in your life and it's kind of like, "if you don't like what's in my place, fine, fuck you, get out."

I mean, I'm all for cleanliness, but some people are going to be hyper-judgmental and there's no way to stop them. I prefer not to play the guessing game of what might be a "turn off."


Also, I have a stuffed Unicorn in my bedroom. Wanna fight about it?

[NOT A EUPHEMISM] ?

I kind of cringed at the "stuffed animal" part, but then I realized that my stuffed animal was this (I also have a poseable version in black with yellow eyes). A guy thinking I was too "cutesy and immature" probably is the least of my worries. It gets worse because my collection of toys also includes things like this.

Actually it's not my stuff that I'm ashamed of, it's the fact that I don't have a couch. Seriously. I wonder what the lack of a couch says about me. It either says I'm cheap or that I'm easy. Yea, that's not good.

People who can handle being jumped on by two large enthusiastic dogs are too cool to worry about my house. And if they can't handle the dogs then they shouldn't be in the house. ;-) Actually, I think my house has driven people away before, but, you know, it's one way to weed them out. I want the guy with the shoes & the bong too - and the guy who inherited & never redecorated his mom's house. Do you know what that place - and that stuff - is probably worth? Besides, if he's that blind to his surroundings he'd let me have a free hand redoing it and that would be big fun.

If it were the right guy in the right place, those sheets would rock. [NOT PUNNY]






I lie. About the pun, not the sheets.