Anomaly

My living room,
 Or
 More aptly stated,
 The living room within the house where I reside.
 There are no curtains,
 Only an air-mattress propped up against the window,
 And a two-by-four leaning against the wall.
 Stashed away in the corner is a broken DVD/VCR combo.
 A rain stick stands beside the fireplace,
 Whose mantelpiece carries the weight of a movie collection belonging to a housemate:
 Name will not be disclosed, but...
 Need I say more than Arachnophobia and The Burbs?
 Journal of the Evangelical Theological Society Volume 48 No. 1, March 2005
 sits on top of a roll of duct tape.
 Directly next to this stack is a bottle of hydrogen peroxide.
 Littering the floor is a clothes hanger,
 A pillow,
 And a subscription insert that has fallen out of the June 2008 issue of GQ.
 Resting on the coffee table
 A half naked Gisele Bündchen is surrounded by two sets of nail clippers,
 The Selected Stories of O. Henry,
 And the latest J.Crew catalogue.
 "Here Comes The Flood" off of Peter Gabriel 1 plays on the turntable.
 These are just a few of the highlights.
 When would you like to come over?