
So that's just some of the stuff that's been hiding in the storage unit over the last 10 years. I do decorate differently than most people. I've never wanted my place to look like a hotel room. There's nothing worse than a place that says, WELCOME TO SOMETHING YOU'VE SEEN EVERYWHERE.
Sidebar: The lava lamp is being sold. It was a gift from an ex. An ex-psycho.
The cross over the self portrait of my mother is made entirely of bottle caps with Jesus in the middle. It makes me laugh and I'm sorry about that BUT IT DOES. The mirror was hand made by my sister's ex-boyfriend Brent (who we still love and adore). The yellow vase on the French Provincial desk is from Shanghai.



I sent the TV back to LA and it cost me $500. Irony, party of one.
The 1930's slot machine belonged to my dad. The painting above it was sent to me by a reader. The bookcase holds my vintage microphone collection and every book on standup ever written.
Thanks for all the new readers but DUDES, where are the VOTES? (I got two) And don't forget the cookie detectors. If you're voting from different dummy accounts on one computer, you're pretty much fucked.
End of chat.