I Spend Half My Life In Here.

Yes. This is my incredibly messy table where I chuck everything I don't chuck on the floor.

My plant looks like it's dying. Oh well.

And naturally, there is my GORGEOUS laptop, which I love.

Here is my unmade bed. It's not usually unmade. Really.

For some reason, I found a 5 cent coin under my ass when I woke up.

I don't think it's from the Tooth Fairy.

That's my DAD's vinyl.

Okay, so I didn't want my first vinyl to be one of The Beatles.

IT WAS ONLY BECAUSE SGT. PEPPER WAS MISSING!

I don't think I have to explain this one.

Yes, I happen to ADORE Marilyn Monroe.

And it's a nice picture.

Now for the empty spaces...

This is the wall behind my desk.

I want to remove that odd picture once I find a good poster of Derek Trucks and a good poster of Susan Tedeschi.

But that's pretty unlikely.

Here is my door.

It's barren-ness shall be solved once I find a good poster of Ray Charles.

This is the closest thing I have to a window.

I'm not too sure what it is, but it's pretty freaky when it's dark and you can see a figure passing by.

Thus, it shall be shielded with a good Stevie Ray Vaughan poster. 

Once I find one.

Finally, the space above my bed.

This is for someone special.

One whom I shall worship every night before I retire.

Amen.

This is Delta Rose.

She is not my guitar.

But that's for another blog post. =D