1. My bicycle. Yeah, I keep it in my room. There's really no other place to keep it.

2. My new dresser, from Jolene. Thanks, Jolene! Contains, currently, random things.

3. One of my $5 garage sale bookshelves. Contains entirely poetry books. The other one is on the other wall, next to the bed, and isn't in any of these pictures. It also contains entirely poetry books. I have many poetry books.

4. A bunch of framed pictures. My sister, my cat, my birds, my friends, my parents. The usual.

5. My bed with my pretty new comforter cover. It's striped. You really can't tell.

6. My view, such as it is. There's a tree out there that's just starting to bloom.

7. New curtain. That's the curtain rod I had so many issues installing.

Man, this is about seven thousand times LESS exciting than I anticipated. But we're already on number seven, goddamnit; I'm committed at this point.

8. My tall bookshelf containing non-poetry books and a bunch of videos. Flicka the squirrel is on the very top.

9. My new cast iron bookshelf from eBay. All my DVDs are on it. They're grouped according to category. Isn't that thrilling.

10. My television set, in case you couldn't tell. It looks so little in this picture, but it's kind of a big TV. My beloved DVD player is underneath it.

11. A picture of me and Jen. (Taken by Corina.)

12. My spice rack. Wow! This tour is getting more exciting by the moment! (My new philosophy is to spice it up using exclamation points! How is it working for you!!)

13. My dresser (falling apart) which is leaning against my desk (really falling apart) which is leaning against the wall, which I did not put together, and therefore is not falling apart.

14. My computer. This is where the magic happens, people.

15. On this wall: a Madonna calendar, a photo taken by Lucy, and other stuff.

16. On this wall: photos of Kate Winslet, Danny Elfman, Charlotte and Bruno. Also my birthday calendar!!!

17. The birds. In their cage!

18. My painting! And the door!! To my room!!!!

19. Pigwidgeon, the retarded one.

20. Phoebe, the obnoxious one.

Okay, I apologize. That was intensely boring. Here are some more pictures that will probably be equally boring.

Well, they can't all be winners, can they?

The bike path I ride on. Well, this isn't the whole bike path. Or else it would take me a lot of riding up and down to accumulate 15 miles. This is, in fact, a segment of the bike path.

Sigh. Yep. Still boring. Yet somehow, you keep reading. What are you, a masochist?

The path is suitable for biking, but if you're walking, an unknown assailant could ride up behind you and grab your buttocks. According to posted notices from the Berkeley PD, this has been happening on this very path. Suddenly, the path looks more sinister, doesn't it? Is your pulse racing?

How about now!!!!!!!!!?

Hail, Mighty Chicken! This is the chicken for whom the Way of the Sacred Chicken was named. By me. Because I am a giant dork. Then again, you knew that.

Flowers and branches. What, you expected some amusing commentary? Haven't given up by now? Your persistence is touching, really. I'm touched.

Bruce and Kermit the Frog. See what I've resorted to in an effort to make this entry entertaining?

This is the self portrait I took at Joey's commonplace book party. Notice my excellent aim. But if you've ever wondered what my thighs look like, here you have it.

(And if you actually have sat around wondering what my thighs look like, please don't share that with me. Quite frankly, you're weird.)

Me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"Today a guy walked in and started babbling about god knows what in a booming voice, and then he tripped all over himself and crashed into the middle of the floor. He then hopped up, did a strange dance, walked up to the counter and ordered a cup of coffee. It was tres David Lynch. It was like he danced right out of the Black Lodge and into our Starbucks."