Too much Trading Spaces!

I've got this idea for a room.

Well, it started as a plan for totally revamping my living room, and then I realized that in order to pull it off, I'd have to ditch all my furniture and wall decor, so that pretty much put a sock in things.

But still, someday, when I have a big house somewhere, one of the rooms is going to have hardwood floors with enormous, shaggy white throw rugs in a couple of places. I think the walls will be white, with black-and-white photographs for art. There will be a sofa in turquoise and one in tangerine, and I am vaguely envisioning either pale wood or glass-and-metal for tables and the entertainment center and such.

I think it sounds pretty nifty. At least . . . in my head.

Everyone I've mentioned it to thinks I'm nuts.

Not that there's anything wrong with that . . . .

Well, if I were a lesbian, this is apparently what I'd be.


I'm Diana, which ambiguous dyke are
you? Quiz by Turi.

Well, if I ever become a lesbian, now I know what kind of lesbian I'd be. But the chances are unlikely, given that the List of Women I Would Consider Having Sex With only contains two names, and the List of Men I Would Jump In A Heartbeat has, like, two *hundred* names on it.

I never had the opportunity to question my sexuality much. Never really felt the need to do so, to be honest. I figure that I'm heterosexually oriented, but who really knows? Maybe someday, I'll meet the female equivalent of Michael Rosenbaum's Lex Luthor, a guy who could probably turn any straight man.

I expect now I'm opening myself up to some more flaming about what my journal is *not* to be used for.

Ah, rant away. I'd be willing to bet that *your* name isn't on any of my potential-conquests lists.