As some of you know, I recently moved down the street. I now live in a wonderful tchotchke of an Italian neighborhood where I won't feel ashamed flaunting my ceramic Christmas tree (but only as early as Black Friday; none of this celebrating Christmas in October bull).

It is my first time living on my own. It is a small place. But it is big. It is a big deal. My basement is huge. I have a basement. It fits my personality nicely.

This new stage in my life will be a good one. I know it. The depressingly white walls and kitchen cabinets and everything say otherwise. But they can shove it, cause I have plans. Big plans.

-my fridge is royalty