I’m at my friend Mark’s house right now, basking in the afterglow of a party, drinking breakfast juice, listening to The Shins and trying on everyone’s clothes while they nap, with only a cat named Socks for a friend. God, please don’t let this be a glimpse into my future. I used to live in this house when I was an exchange student. It is the nicest, coolest house with more hilarity and man love than between Turk and JD. The last time I was over, around Christmas time, we made and drank zac-nog - egg nog out of a Zac Efron mug. Anyways when I got here last night, I stole Mark’s iPhone and photographed his bed because I thought it was kind of adorable. Six am decor post.
And some other photos because I’s real lonely.
The worst best ice cubes.
I look like a hipster fixie bike rider. Even Socks is afraid.
Haha, those ice cubes are super creepy.
ps. I love the (unintentional?) Indian-accented sentence partway through your post:
“It is nicest, coolest house” … hehe.. love <3
Socks should be afraid
ha ha.
Looks like a super cool place.
I like the ice cube trays – TS wants to get a bullet shaped one we saw in Joy the other week!
xx
Those ice-cubes are pretty amazing.