And to say that I dabbled in obstreperousness as a teenager is like saying something totally ridiculous. I was the DEFINITION of 'obstreperous' AND 'ness' (if you need an *actual* definition, click here.)
So it shouldn't surprise you to learn that I was VERY VERBAL that I would not have things from the days of y'ore when I was a grown up person. NO. I was going to live in a NEW apartment with NEW furniture that was shiny, black and NOT curvilinear. And I liked to say I A LOT.
Now is the time in the post when maybe you begin to smell a little 'irony'. Sniff, sniff. What does irony smell like? It smells like curvy things from the days of y'ore.
John Derian plate. It was a wedding present from a DEAR friend. If you need a stylist? She's your gal.