I say that as if I am some brilliant artist or some exquisitely intrinsic writer. I am neither of those. 

I just mean in the sense that I'm tired of staring at my shit-brown colored wall (my brothers' paint job while i was living in NY) and my old furniture that I've had for a decade. It's time for some revamping. I would say spring cleaning as well, but I'm sickly organized and always cleaning. So at least we're good on that. 

I've been so uninspired with blogs lately too. I mean how long do these people plan to make their Internet fashion selfies a career? I don't get it. 

Side-note: I get into these strange moods every couple months where I just need to watch the movie Fargo. Maybe because it's the town of my birth, but somehow watching that movie fits in with my melancholy lows that fall upon me every so often. Sometimes I need a break from the heat and the sunshine. (Sorry NE and MW United States pals.)