This green couch, which matches the green kitchen floor that you can't see and compliments the eyesore red carpet, was inherited from the old people who lived here before us. As was the dresser and giant bookshelf, which are out of the frame. I'm not sure why my roommate chose to keep their stuff in the first place. That was before my time, but I've grown quite fond of the old couple's stuff. They are probably dead now but their furniture lives on. God that's morbid. Sorry. Back to the tour. The coffee table was my only contribution to the room. A find from a thrift store, it's a faux mother of pearl peacock pattern and it's actually plastic. There's no TV in the living room, just a nice record player and that killer Jeff Koons print of the famous Michael Jackson and Bubbles sculpture. Really ties the room together.