I May Not Survive This Post

I have a bedroom. I have two friends who are kick-ass designers/faux painters. I am having my 2 friends faux my bedroom.

They're standing behind me asking if I'm drunk, breathing in my ear, and asking if that's a booger hanging out my nose. No seriously, they are.

Currently, I am being threatened by bodily harm if I post pictures of them painting my room or if I write about all of the nasty girl talk that has (is) occurred. I wouldn't normally believe them but since I was already assaulted by one of them yesterday when I mentioned their names and the word blog in the same sentence, I will just post the following. Be-otches.

(Insert angelic music here) Our nostril flaring competition. I SO won this. I don't know if that's actually worth bragging about I'm just sayin...

Dang slobs..Look at what they did to my hallway.

Getting design inspiration from my guest bathroom.

I thought the ladder would be a nice accent piece.

Screw it, let the throw-down begin. Bring it on my painting be-otches. I'm planning on bringin it.

If I survive the carnage, I'll post some pictures when the room is done. It's gonna be off-da-hook yo.

ps. apparently I have nice legs and no cellulite on my butt. either that or they just wanna get paid.