This is me. This is my ugly life.
You might have underestimated the power of ugly. Ugly might be something you want to put aside, to hide, to conceal. My approach is different. I embrace it, chase it, worship it. Ugly is the new sexy, and my life is smoking hot.
I was raised in the hideous East Side of a city located in the northern end of the world. As a child I learned the precious lesson of the ugly, it's not a curse, it's a blessing.
Here's a picture of my curtains.
Flowers tend to represent the beauty of life, but not on these curtains. I have to praise the designer who decided to create such glorious ugliness, and even got paid. You have to be a genius to make someone pay for that level of ugly. Or do you? That's what I'm going to find out writing this blog.
Anyway, I'm a student living in the halls. The furniture and decorations of student accommodation is a true sanctuary to ugliness. I feel at home here.
Have a look at my wonderful shower.
A window that doesn't close, a kinky Santa (always good to have someone from your native country around) spying on your nakedness, dirty mop, some random item in the shower, and the seductive color down there. What more could you ask for?
And finally:
Keep it ugly, keep it real.
