"I got your number...I steal your thunder...I got your mother's maiden name tattooed on my arm..."
If there's one thing i'm thankful for in life (and I mean truly, truly thankful), it's that there's no such thing as the Happy Room Academy. If my living quarters were arranged in a grid-like manner, and I was being critiqued on my furniture placement down to the most minute detail, I'd develop so many complexes I'd wind up a prisoner in my own house. Bolted doors, plastic covers on the couches, the works.
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