beer, bag, bed

home is a really nice place to be. we have beer, a YSL downtown bag, and even a mattress that takes up half the hallway but to me has become invisible. if you see something often enough, it does sort of cease to exist. there are exceptions that prove this rule -- namely, zits that never go away and pasta-sauce stains on white garments. both are categories of stuff that i, unfortunately, know way too much about.

and here is another sentence, because while i'm willing to end a sentence on a preposition, i won't end a blog post on one.