Take a pic of a room in your gaff and give a commentary. It's like a get-to-know-you circle-jerk, but with pictorial evidence.
Bed: awful duvan jobbie. Hate it. I wasn't going to spend big money on a rented place because it's an arse to have your own furniture unless you know you're going to be there for a while. If I decide to stay longer I'll probably buy something decent. With a headboard. Pref one that you can tie stuff to (small animals and men).
On the bed: baccy for emergencies. I like to kid myself that I'll smoke it to save money but never actually do.
Pink throw on bed: fond memories of chilled out times in the park with an ex on that. Nice guy, just lived too far away.
Shrapnel: courtesy of buying booze. yay.
Vase/flowers: eep, sodding thing cost me £60 as an emergency purchase; eons ago my sister sent me a bunch of my favourite lillies (see here: http://qdig.sourceforge.net/qdig/qdig-demo2/qdig-files/converted-images/Plants/med_CalaLillies-1024.jpg) after I looked after my nephews for a long weekend. The post room at work kindly stored them in their little porta-cabin for 24 hours without telling me, not in water. So when they arrived they were half dead. I had a semi-major hissy fit at the guy responsible (after I found out she rang around 10 shops to get my favourite flowers), and he turned up at my desk half a day later with a £100 bottle of champagne. Which I gave away to a girlfriend six months later when her divorce came through.
I don't particularly like the lillies I have in that pic, but roses die within 1-3 days; I live on an industrial estate. Fuck knows why lillies last instead, but they just do.
Bookcase: £75 jobbie from Ikea, took 20 minutes to put together, yay.
Inside the bookcase:
Some really posh edition of trivial pursuit that's an absolute bastard to play.
Persil box is coin jar; last time I emptied it, I put £120 in the bank. Actually, the woman at Natwest mis-counted by about £15, and for once, I just stood there mute and let her fuck up her own cash count. That money jar has saved me so many times over the years.
Reflection in the mirror, top: Harmon Kardon Soundsticks II. Everyone should own a pair, they are the biz.
Lamp: I fucking adore that lamp. I know it's only plastic but it really is the hot sex. I just need to find the right bulbs for it.
Fruit tray: £2 from Ikea. I had two bananas today! The rest will probably get thrown out at the end of the week because I've forgotten about it, as per usual :0\
Big black chairs: got with the flat. They were going to chuck them out but I haven't found I sofa I really want yet. Same with cardboard box subsituting coffee table.
CDs on floor: takes me 15 minutes to rip them, then another 10-20 to get track info/artwork on stupid laptop. Saving up for a Mac and will have to do it all again as decided I want them ripped at 320 instead of 120. Will be much quicker though.
I can't really alphabatise them because the shelves are wrong for that.
Bathroom scales in front of cds: It's the only place in my flat with an even surface. I weigh myself every single day. After the morning bathroom visit.
To the right: Ikea chest of drawers with approx 345 parts and many hours of fury. I still need to fix them because I have to fight to get my knicker drawer closed every morning.
wow I can go on some! :)