(from Kara H)
Sometimes, I feel a desperate urge to paste things onto my walls. It is an adolescent craving that I don’t think I will ever grow out of – I just hope that with age, I will learn to do it more tastefully.
This wall is fabulous; note the vinyl record on the upper right hand corner.
I doubt I’ll be able to keep my room this neat though. Order generally escapes me. The world will be so much easier on me with regards to this if I am a man.
But of course, my mother simply refuses to acknowledge the sexist nature of her nagging.