My NYC Apartment – Getting Lived-In
Pretty flowers my parents got me.
O, Christmas Tree! It's small, but it suits me.
My kitchen.
More kitchen. It's where I keep the booze.
Because you can't get enough of my tree. It's alive, you know.
My living room.
A comfy little sofa for two, dark red.
Take THAT Kirstie Alley!
Because I have to keep my clothes somewhere.