My apartment now looks like someone lives here or something!
I AM AN ADULT.
Post-it art. Very avant-garde.
The cushion covers are tiny maps to Snugglevania.
The writing desk transforms into a small dining table, which will be useful when I've written enough to earn meal privileges.
With the studio mostly furnished (and because Stockholm Syndrome was setting in), I turned, tears in my eyes, and bade the Burbank Ikea goodbye. For now.
This all cost a dollar. You can't make me leave.
Why yes, that is an Inspector Spacetime poster propped on the desk! And therein lies a tale. A tale of back alley Koreatown trivia contests, of bowler hats and textbook vandalism. More on that tomorrow.
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