I am a generally clean, yet cluttered person. 

Yesterday evening something inside me cracked. Big time. 

I had a massive freak out and realized I have been living in a huge dump and had the uncontrollable urge to start throwing my entire apartment into a trash can. 

This all started last week when Ashley and I visited our friend, who lives down the hall's apartment, and realized how disgustingly pathetic ours was in comparison. 

She had real furniture, tons of space, a real bed, real decorations. 

It lead me to also realize that every piece of furniture I own is either plastic or from off the streets of new york.

And that, to me, is no longer acceptable. 

I am a college graduate, I have a real job, is this is now my home.  

So it's about time it start looking like a home and not some college frat house. 

So I IKEAd it up, and will be purchasing some unplastic, unused, furniture later this week. 

I have reached a new chapter in my life, and am needing some serious re-vamping to go along with it. 

Old with the old...in with the new! 

My new furniture.