Mom just gave me the green light to revamp my room.
Now, if you've met my mom, you'd know that that's a rather BIG deal.
You'd think that at 25 I should be able to slap on neon paint on my walls and hang goats from my ceiling if I felt like it, but unfortunately, things don't work that way in the Lo household.
She has gone round every single furnishing in the house and sprayed it with her proud mummy homeowner demarkation. From the snacks (or lack of) in the cupboards, to the starhub cable tv console, to the soap in my brother's toliet...EVERYTHING. So you see, it' always been HER house.
And if you've visited my room, you'll understand why it's HER house, and share my elation in regards to room revamping.
I go to sleep every night paying tribute the Makeover disaster that is Glamour Shots, 6 blown up pictures of an awkward 17 year old and her mother, sinister, perverse. Ornately framed up. Hanging neatly in front of my bed, a great way to start my day. On the left wall, more mother daughter pictures, interspersed with the occasional daddy in bell bottoms-Josie picture, and Jesus. Mary. The holy Family. Jesus on the cross. Rosary beads. In the toilet, old porcelain water jug containing sprays and sprays of FAKE Golden Shower flowers, stagnating, collecting dust. The very bastards that caused my asthma attack.
This place has been screaming for a change of ownership.
It's time to mark my lamp posts.
Now, if you've met my mom, you'd know that that's a rather BIG deal.
You'd think that at 25 I should be able to slap on neon paint on my walls and hang goats from my ceiling if I felt like it, but unfortunately, things don't work that way in the Lo household.
She has gone round every single furnishing in the house and sprayed it with her proud mummy homeowner demarkation. From the snacks (or lack of) in the cupboards, to the starhub cable tv console, to the soap in my brother's toliet...EVERYTHING. So you see, it' always been HER house.
And if you've visited my room, you'll understand why it's HER house, and share my elation in regards to room revamping.
I go to sleep every night paying tribute the Makeover disaster that is Glamour Shots, 6 blown up pictures of an awkward 17 year old and her mother, sinister, perverse. Ornately framed up. Hanging neatly in front of my bed, a great way to start my day. On the left wall, more mother daughter pictures, interspersed with the occasional daddy in bell bottoms-Josie picture, and Jesus. Mary. The holy Family. Jesus on the cross. Rosary beads. In the toilet, old porcelain water jug containing sprays and sprays of FAKE Golden Shower flowers, stagnating, collecting dust. The very bastards that caused my asthma attack.
This place has been screaming for a change of ownership.
It's time to mark my lamp posts.