To start off with, the first thing that hits you when u enter my room... various images of half naked men and women. 

In all seriousness, I love posters, my room would feel empty without 'em. 

People with keen eyes will notice that I have glow in the dark stars on my ceiling. The bitches love that, trust me. 

It wouldn't be my room if it wasn't full of the most useless knick-knack shit ever. More video cassettes than a Family Video and WWF trading cards that should have been left in the 80s. I just think they're cool, I guess. Just wait until I force you to look at my Pog collection.

I share this room with my brother, and he (rightfully so) wants me to die. My response to him is to move out!! Just kidding, I know renting an apartment costs about a kidney right now.

Until then, we both have to listen to Kilroy Was Here by Styx until the cassette gives out. :-)