My dear friends,
You're a past time or two, you spent a night or more, you've had a good time or not ... You remember well, or not ... you may have just heard ... Anyway, I offers a small retrospective tour of our apartment in Neufchâteau. We spent some time precisely from August 2002 to November 2008, a time that has enabled us to make it memorable encounters, live there and imperishable moments we have, anyway, allowed to grow, evolve and build day after day. Our
true, first, large and beautiful apartment ... Perhaps the only vast ... may be the only one with nice neighbors (well so to speak, because apart from the granny below, omit-in (deliberately) some, neighbors - including the dealer service, the couple brawling and drunken lecherous) ... In short, the apartment of a slice of life we do not want to forget, despite all ...
If you'll follow me ... Come and welcome ...
start with the part commonly called "the office" ... Once the gateway crossed, first door right into the hallway (which you find out later during the visit), you are in the cave of creation. Creating however curbed by economy heating that raged from November to April (you'll understand why later on seeing the extent of our 'small' nest).
By passing the head, the first thing you will see is this:
A desk cluttered with papers moult, more or less important and more or less organized, with chairs that are generally not around that office (remember that this element of joyful mess gives its name to the piece). Behind him, a shelf constantly fed with manga and figurines dating from yesteryear and today. On your right, another office that served only to put an extra screen for small networks evenings with friends, and store paper altogether unnecessary at his feet. Wall posters mangakesques and detailed anatomical representation of Mr. Manson. Let us light a quarter turn clockwise ...
Mr. Manson is seen from the front, but with a flash hiding coyly that the moral disapproval of another era ... next to the desk, two seater settee (thank you Emy) offering the opportunity of comfortable reverie (re) creative when the box of the drawing would have us leave a place). we go back a little ...
Beside the sofa, as you can see, a happy mess, yet ... books on the shelf, cabinets, a pocket at drawing, painting, door-drawings, finished drawings and other unfinished posters of superheroes everywhere, a fan for when it's hot tree (but hey, must be nuanced, it's still the Vosges), a calendar of Suicide Girls from 2006 (thank you Thom), paper, blank sheets, boards for any future paintings ... Well, you know what? It sucks to move! If we look a little further, we find ourselves facing the door by which we spent the head there not so long ago.
This shows the door in question opened the famous corridor unexplored, with, concealed behind shelves filled to bursting with paintings, cabinets, rags and various stuff ... And yet beside the fireplace Star Wars! With plenty of figurines that talk! "Luke, I'm your father," or "May The Force be with you, always", or "biip, biliprrrrp Wiip. By cons I'm sorry, but poorly imitate the lightsaber in writing. As you can see, above, a poster of Superman and not Star Wars , Who is enthroned above the shelf on the previous photo. It's completely illogical, I know. But it is. Hey, why you go back all see in the picture above? Tttttt ... lack of attention ...
Last quarter turn to return to office. You've already seen, you say. Yes, but no. He missed the little corner next to the brothel fire. With drawers (drawers which were our first jointly purchased it there 10 years). Since then, brushes, pencils and pens have replaced the socks and pants. In the recess, relics of another era, also known as VHS. A guitar cover with my guitar in it (thank you Mom). It lacks the strings and I never knew how to play, with a few riffs of Nirvana and a bit of "Satisfaction" Rolling Stones. It seems that everyone knows at least do that. Yeah, maybe, but I was still very proud of me with my 3 chords. _______________________________ Let's change room ... back, grab the door and walk a few steps. You are now in the hallway. Owing to time constraints, I must confess to you, I have not photographed from all angles. However, two photos above, with the door open, you distinguiez a small table decorated with a yellow cloth (thank you Lulu), with a mirror above, and a broom to clean up that corridor leaning against the table.
Say you are in front of it. To the left of the table, the door of the room, right, the door to the kitchen. A preference for sleep or eat? No? You do not care? Well ... then we will go in the room. Follow me. And please delete this disorder and that smile look doubtful. Thank you.
Go head out the door and turn right. You will notice that the theme "Super Heroes" is no more. It has been replaced by that of Asia, a generic term for oriental style rather than a geographic destination. Because everything is mixed cheerfully and without scruples. I like that myself, orgiastic mess of my items. Underneath the mask of Bali scary but I like a lot (thank you baby), a beautiful scrapbook of Emy. Over the same mask, Chtite embroidery made of my little hands. On the chair (thank you uncle), a penguin. Not only that, it is Mr. Penguin (thank you lovely mom). He escaped its ice and prefers the cozy warmth of our arms and our bed rather than the relatively cool atmosphere of the pole. This is understandable. Half hidden by a skirt, embroidery me, yet framed (beware, this is a subliminal message: thank you Dad!)
Near the door (which leads to the kitchen) a bag with a giant penguin on it. I have a darling who loves penguins. It does happen.
Come on, you look.
Magnificent views of the cabinet-top, excellent Burger Quiz and the equally excellent Blood Bowl, plus other game boxes. In the mirror for a door into a closet where tools and other useless things are stored. Moving on. the wall, a samurai (thank you Momo), a little prince who is sleeping, a radiator and a door leading to the rearmost part of the apartment. We will go after that I would have shown the bed.
The bed then, things promise is a promise. At the wall, erotic prints (yes, this is the room anyway), surrounded by the ideograms of the 4 seasons. The amount of bed, pfff, the brothel. My Tibetan bowl filled with ... er ... things, my jewelry boxes, necklaces on the bedside lamp (thank you Jerome), the position to fall asleep to music, and Beddy Buddy wonderful duckling blue and warm lavender smells good after spending 3 minutes in microwave oven (thank you Laura). Here, he does not hide his penchant for the position. I think he's in love.
From my side (so brothel), on the bedside table, still mess with my book of the moment, Labyrinth by Kate Mosse talking to a very interesting story with cathar (among others) and just below My indispensable dictionary of perversions. No comment.
If you wish, take the door saw more above, between the cupboard and radiator, to discover the famous "little room".
Immediately to the right, a drawing of Emy dating from the days when we were in college. Above, a Jesus, which certainly goes back to the era kitsch (thank you Grandma). Underneath it all, a big pile like that coat and handbag, and even below, shoes hidden. Ben vi, the pile must be somewhere!
It looks a little longer. 
The pile of coat extends from the right. Another lot has been building on looongtemps blue safe (the one when I was a baby) full of shoes (yes, y 'was there too .. and worse in the room, and worse in the hall, and worse wherever I take them off of my feet elsewhere). Nearby, a pile of blankets, sheets and fireside for z'amis squatters (or drunk, or otherwise), boxes of clothes poorly concealed by a cloth and attention! Jackie Brown you want to play! ...
Quick! Let us! 
M ****, it's still there! Let those who have not seen, looking at my thing with feathers hanging on the dresser. Above, some of my gear witch. Candles, my pot, stones, incense, pot smoking (it seems that it is sometimes, yes, yes). We see a piece of the grid of the cage travel Wicket bottom left.
It will fit a little higher before turning ... And presto! 
Still cartons of clothes hidden under a sheet purple. Turning to focus instead on my altar magic. But? What does Kiki the above? The little rogue! He had to slip between two photos. He loves the pictures.
Come on, get out. It takes the reverse path through the chamber. 
Through the open door, we saw on another door, one of the lounge (which adjoins the office). But first, I really want to take you into the kitchen (adjacent room). Nan because I know you, but I'm hungry! Who said: "as usual"? Pfffff! Easy one here ... I'll make one that did not hear anything.
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Cooking
Then, view the right of the door. A freezer with the brothel above, a refrigerator with Oogie Boogie, Jack, Sally and 3 rogues, aprons hung my food ever (I prefer place everywhere, it's more fun), the gas stove, gas cylinder, corpses, TV, even with the antenna I capture anything, the garbage that tries to hide but who knows not enter his stomach .. . In the foreground, the bread and Nutella. It is important the bread and Nut. Especially when you're hungry. Oh! I almost forgot to point out to you my embroidery with the cat sleeps. I love him well. Perhaps because it took me months to do. And it's a cat that requires little maintenance.
What about a photo like this? Everyone has already seen the dirty dishes, oven gloves, product dishes, tassimo salopin ... My red ... with time I would have preferred a George makes coffee on demand. But it seems he is very busy right now and that Fred could replace from time to time (subliminal message: I am waiting with chestnut cream). Otherwise, bah y 'post-its to the shopping list and the remote for the TV that works poorly. But times have changed! Now my TV has 30 channels in its belly! And sharp images! Yeah, I know it's class! 
So here is my buffet (thank you lovely mom) ... Inside, there's stuff that and serve food to the Meals on. As in all buffets kitchen I think. There's greenery nearby, including the green that is eaten, and the purely decorative greenery (though I wonder if the yellow-burnt-by-the-sun is really decorative). Pis y 'of the brothel above and below the buffet. Normal. You are in my house I remember. 
Here, the table chair ... What is most often used? Too easy! A window with curtains. Normally, a window that opens. Bin and not that one. Two years that it remains closed and my planters are abandoned. Then, in the middle of the skeleton of my heath, a dandelion Wild moved. I have nothing against squatters (Cotto huh?) But it's not the most beautiful effect. Brief. Moving on. 
So ... It is 9:20 ET for all the gossips who think I am up late, eh ben non! Na! That'll teach you to speak ill. Plants, again. But there's my most beautiful bamboo (left, behind the instrument of torture). He survived when he was 10 cm in a glass of water without water in front of a window for a week. Since then, the guy is 8 years old and is taller than me. (How that's not hard!? Grrrrrr). I must find him a name. Weather Suggestions are welcome. There's also
Aquarium Bubulle without Bubulle, which went live in the garden under a tree. Since it is called the ballot box. What is nice is that it fits perfectly with the interior decoration especially fond Bubulle: a skeleton in his coffin which Bloup when there 's water and a gothic ruin.
* Sigh * So many memories ... Come on, we take the door to go in the hallway.
Two doors. A closed, one open. Mister Jack, is the toilet, the other is the bathroom. Between gates, Small personal accomplishments to decorate the corridor. I do not like a vacuum on the walls myself, and I'm sure everyone can see. Want to pee? No problem, here we go.
"Yeah baby yeaaaah! Shall we shag now or shall we shag Later? " I think it speaks for itself (for translation, we'll see if you are wise). I like pop toilets. Then y 'of Warhol, but in fact, it's me. There's also of Pollock, but it's always me. Oh, too bad a penguin between the two worship with a quote: "Penguin in the fields, winter mean! "(Thanks Mary!) There's also a crossword puzzle (Force 3, attention is serious!), Because it happens time and give it more intelligent (and that rhymes !)...
On the other wall, there's this, to think about: "Lost in Paradise" ... Pout, then that, it depends on the previous occupant.
When you close the door and you're trapped in paradise in question, there's that too 
it speaks for itself (I not already said above that? Rhooo, but take a little! Written test at the end j'vous warn! You will do less evil). Go, rascals band. We'll wash your hands now. Hop hop hop.
Notice the sublime furniture cow (it's me who painted like that! Yes, yes!) ... The robes, necklaces that hang on a beautiful door jewelry pin-up (thank you Caro) - you can barely see and I apologize, hidden behind the red bathrobe - other jewelry boxes in my little (thank you Caro!), girls almost naked on the wall are reflected in the mirror (thank you FHM), other necklaces that hang at the sink ... A little game: find the penguins! Hint: y'en two. Hop! Half turn left!
In front of the sink, there's the bathtub, with the famous shower curtain bamboo. No, Chris, I guard thee not exclusive of bamboo! Worse what else! If anything, I'd first. And then one foot the other issues. So there! Good, well we went around ... oh no, not quite. If we turn, there's a laundry ... ch'tite j'vous just watch and say
Ok, that's it. Well, well now, we change room ... the last, I promise. But the most important too ...
The lounge _____________________________
can be accessed through the hallway. Logic. It is unclear, but explicit. Not my words, the photo.
It is red, then. As the chandelier with its butterflies, like the cushion on a chair and a carpet under the sofa and said after the curtains of the window in the middle (the middle earth, vi, I thought about it too, but good). On the coffee table, a bottle of water and my DS (thank you mommy!). At his feet, a bottle of whiskey ... no comment. In TV, Totally Spice ... ahem, yes, I'm embarrassed, but understand me too, on Wednesday morning at 9:10, well there's nothing else. Especially when you have only 6 channels. Not a chance I took the pictures 20 minutes later. It's time for SpongeBob. Otherwise, the VHS corner, the famous TV, Playstation 2 (darling, hush! you have the 3 when you grow wise! re-hush, I know you're nice, but continues to insist, Boudiou! Besides, look, you forgot to switch the suction on the carpet! yes, yes!)
j'vous this now that I was in front most of the time ...
Corner TV in front of the sofa ... Rhooo, shame, Totally Spice are still here ... I look rather beautiful posters! Eh yes they are beautiful? Nick and PJ who make a kiss (thank you Mary), Nightmare before Christmas (thank you Didie and Ghislaine), a nice red dragon that will better the picture from (Cyril thank you) ... Oh, a penguin! This one is Pugsy (thank you Amy). We noticed a lot of VHS to the ground ... It's the playoffs and see they still have not been seen so far is pitiful ... what else ... figurines, DVDs behind the figurines, CDs ... In short, the essential survival kit in urban areas. But even more essential for my own survival, there's this:
corner pc ... mine is the bottom ... it is nice eh? I love it. What's more, everything is there, available for your contemplation, generously and without restraint. Enjoy and admire. Oh! Let me think about hanging up my calendar of Victoria Frances (Emy thank you). 
This photo is to show you that THE guitar! It belonged to his stepfather, then a young Beatles fan and when he became the proud owner. Her son was stung for display behind the glass door ... Make kids want! Well, point out that even when the strings were stroked and tickled by Pierrot, the rhythm guitarist génialissime Samarabalouf. She is still quite exhilarated. 
One of my favorite corners of the room. Because the view is beautiful and it inspires calm, luxury and pleasure. Anyway, that's what I feel for my books. Upon reflection, I think it's because of what kind of decor that calls me a gothic. My black hair has nothing to do with it eventually ...
Every object here has its story ... I told it well, but it might be long. And I can already see that yawn (and hand over the mouth!?) ... And well I'm gonna tell you anyway and that's that!
The Jesus Wall was abandoned on a shelf at Emmaus. He was found to brighten up our nice studio CROUS. Since it follows us everywhere. Below, Exalibur and sword of Conan, a small scale. Still below, the family of Jack, and yet still below, contrary to appearances, this is not a skull, it's a piggy bank.
On the library, the roses are not dead and dried just to make nice. Whatever ... They are offered by sweet darling. The rose for my 25 years, bouquet for the past brilliantly defended my Master (18/20 anyway, it allows me and applauded one last time, to brag for the feat that has not helped much).
Well now, I think we went around this time. If other questions you burn your lips or your ability to sleep, I pray you, stop and ask you torture me.
Finally, a small view of the garden which I've never busy.
Good. Now that the visit is over, it's question time. Oh yeah, I warned you! Concentration ... Here we go!
1. How many are there penguins in this story? (Hint: remember not the last picture of the show)
2. How many people do I thank?
3. What is my favorite color?
4. What is my favorite director?
Well now ... This time it's really over. It is time to turn the page and move on to another life.
Thank you for your patience if you got that far.
Remember the guide ^ ^
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