[WHASSUP]

*How do you organize your photos? Here's how I organize my photos: I stack piles of shit in our entertainment unit, in all sorts of random disorganized random boxes; OR I mosh everything together in a completely scatterbrained iPhoto library) (Adventures in Renovating a Brooklyn Limestone).

*Can somone buy this house for me. I think Jonathan Adler & Simon Doonan would want me to have it (Shelter Pop).

*Casa Sugar asked and I'm answering: I hate the shit out of these mismatched pillows in Whitney Port's apt (though I love the idea of mismatched pillows in general) (Casa Sugar).

*Totally digging the navy+aqua color combo (Coco+Kelley).

[WHO GIVES A SHIT?] Furniture Sets

Ok, if I'm being really down-n-dirty honest: there are few things in the world that make me want to vomit all of my keyboard more than furniture sets. I absolutely HATE THEM.

I hate bedroom sets, I hate living room sets, and I even kind of hate dining room sets (though that is the one type of "set" I can at least tolerate).

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[GEEK OUT] Meninos: Home furnishings for dorks

Let's take an inventory of everything I own that could be considered expensive:

An Apple iPhone, a sectional sofa from West Elm, a SONY Digital camera, an Apple iPod, an Apple MacBook (Also, don't break into my fucking apartment because I can't afford to replace this shit). 

Pretty much everything else I own is from Target.  So, we can conclude that the only things I spend my money on are Apple products, but as a reluctant Apple devotee, I don't really get the hype and rabid loyalty that some dorks feel toward Apple. 

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Save A Tree: E-Mags

Duh, we all know about Lonny, but there is waaaaay more shit out there in the world of online mags. Lucky for your asses, Decor8 has a killer round-up of some other ones you may have never heard of.

Click it up baby. Click. It. UP.

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[COOL SHIT] Jack Cards

I am HORRIBLE when it comes to birthdays...like really, really, bad. My problem is this: I don't give a rat's ass about my own birthday. So by default, I kind of don't give a rat's ass about yours too.

It's nothing personal, really. But I probably will forget to call. I *might* remember to text, but really the best you can hope for with me is a Facebook wall post *if* and only if I happen to catch that bday reminder when I login.

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