While I am a photo whore (which I've been told is much cooler than a regular whore), I've also been known to like pictures that don't involve me or Craig, beer, or rogue middle fingers.
Don't be shocked.
This painting is housed in our living room, above the couch.
It matches every room in the apartment, and was an impulse buy... from Ikea. No shit.
The title of it is actually "Serene Contemplation".
Oooh, deep. I call it "That Tree Above The Couch Where We Drink Beer."
Another painting was purchased by Craig at one of Raymi's art shows.
It's of her boyfriend Phil.
Because of Craig's man-crush on Phil, he couldn't let this one go.
It has prime real estate; eye level on the wall across from the front door.
The lighting in the pic is crappy, but don't be fooled. The light actually hits it perfectly, which I'm pretty sure was strategic on his part. Man-crushes should always look good.
This lady lives in our bedroom.
She watches me sleep. Which causes me to not sleep.
And the next picture that will get a prime piece of wall space?
Another of Craig's man crushes, Zidane. As soon as he finds the proper frame, up it goes.
I'm so outnumbered I might as well give up.