Okay, I am just way too proud of this to keep it to myself. My room normally looks disgusting so I've spent the last few days getting rid of junk, organizing what's left, and alphabetizing the bookshelf. What you're looking at is my newly cleaned writing desk with theology books A-L by author. On the shelf is narratives and prose, anthologies, resource books, and creative writing manuals, and on the white shelves in the wall are theology books by authors M-Z. And nothing on the floor! (if you ignore the blue hairdryer.) It's the perfect bedroom/home office for... someone who's leaving in six days. Oh well, it's the thought that counts.
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Just a quick question: can I have your writing desk when you die? I'm willing to get healthier and try to outlive you if so. 'Cause, wow, that's the coolest desk I've ever seen.
No offense, Mr. Rodgers, but it would be a huge drag if you outlived me. Not because I want you to hurry up and die, but because I worry way too much about trans fat and cholesterol to keel over at the ripe old age of 21.
It is a lovely desk, though. My mom made it when she was a senior in high school! She's so handy. Maybe if you ask her really nicely she'll make you one too.
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