Fit to Print

As many of you know, I am deep in the throes of decorating my new apartment, which is awful and amazing all at the same time. It's amazing because I finally have the chance to design my very own space! No roommates, boyfriends, cats or parents to give their opinion and break my shit. And now whenever I have people over, my apartment will communicate a little bit about me - my personality, taste and cleanliness level. But it's awful because I have to make some tough decisions! For example, do I NEED this print from printspace on Etsy?

What about if I hang it next to this one?

I'm such a romantic. I just love when posters/movies/people motivate you, but not in a terribly cheesy way, especially since my new apartment is being prepared to be the 'Berkeley Undergrad, Take Too Many Credits Every Semester Rad Pad.' So I need to remember that I am following my dreams when it's seventy degrees outside and my friends are making mint juleps in Dolores Park.

Also, my bathroom just tapped me on the shoulder and requested this print from papernstitch:

So many decisions! I think I should just take it slowly. Plus, if I have any sincere interest in checking 'Be featured on Apartment Therapy' off my bucket list, then I'm going to have to get more creative than just hanging poster prints in Ikea frames.

Answered

Me: Two questions.

God: OK.

Me: Have you ever thought that there was a grain of quinoa on your finger from dinner, and then ate it, and then realized it was a booger because you can pick your nose anywhere you want because you live alone, and then spit it out and then spend ten minutes on your hands and knees looking for the booger you almost ate?

God: No.

Me: Good. That would be gross.

God: You had another question?

Me: Why am I single?

Answered

Me: Hey, God?

God: 'Sup?

Me: Is it OK if pants are optional in my new house?

God: Yes, just not on the couch.

Me: But I live alone now!

God: You always wear pants on the couch, Melanie. Always.