Art and bitching (the art of bitching?)

So, Palmer and I have lived in this apartment for over a year now. It has taken us a pathetically long time to accumulate any sort of art on our walls, but it has been occurring. Slowly. (Very slowly). Well, today I received a new art piece I'd ordered, and couldn't wait to hang it up. After getting it on the wall, I realized that we still hadn't put up a painting we'd bought months ago, and since I already had the stud-finder out... It took a bit of cursing, shaking the stud-finder, and downloading a Level app onto my phone, but I eventually got it hung up properly. And then I decided to take pictures!

( Heavily Instagram'd Pictures! )

Onto bitching! Wait- I can't actually remember what I wanted to bitch about (I was angry this morning for whatever reason), so have some minor inconsequential shit!

-Tattoo itches and stings, and is starting to peel. HEAL, DAMMIT! (It doesn't help that I keep hearing "You did this to you!" anytime I want to start complaining)
-I know I need to clean my apartment more, but I'm so lazy...
-I bought Teriyaki beef jerky instead of Peppered beef jerky. Disappointing. Except not, because it turns out that Teriyaki beef jerky is pretty delicious.

That's it!