Maximalism And You

I am a slob. A slob. Right now my apartment looks like a tornado hit a box set of TLC’s “Hoarders”. I used to say that it’s burglar defense; if any burglar ever broke into my apartment, they’d be all like “Oh, dude, we already hit this one. Let’s move on next door.” BOOM. BURGLARS DEFENSED. Aaron Bleyaert = All Time Brilliant Genius (also what’s going on my headstone, btw).
However, that was 2011. The Year Of Lies. LIES!
This is 2012, and it’s a year of truth. An honest year. A year of no more bullshit. It’s time to be honest with myself (and all of you), and really “come clean” about the horribly messy state of my apartment: The filthy appearance of my apartment is a new way of interior design that I’ve invented. I’m calling this groundbreaking and utterly genius new kind of interior design “Maximalism” (and before you ask: No. It has nothing to do with Maxim, although my double subscription - one to read, one to archive - has run out and I need to re-up stat).
The idea behind “Maximalism” is simple: It’s the opposite of Minimalism.