New Apartment

To call myself a blogger would be to call...somebody who rarely does stuff an expert at that stuff! Yeah...

I decided to return to school, and in doing so, I've again acquired my own apartment. It's ok. The trampoline floors are sometimes tricky to navigate if one is hungover, and the rock candy furniture can get sticky, but by and large it's livable.

My liger, Telly Savalas, seems to enjoy hit. She is apt to spend 20 minutes bounding from one end of the place to the other, occasionally riding in the go-cart and always avoiding my robot. Cute little thing.

I'm still not entirely sure how they constructed the walls out of candy bars. The fireworks floor and the porn-mag ceiling are obvious, but the candy bar walls are sort of like that flying buttress thing...sort of an impossible thing.

But it's good to be here, you know. I have a beebee gun room and a water balloon toilet. It's not much, but it's MY space! If I want a remote control car for a coffee table, I can use a remote control car as a coffee table! If I want a three Wii's in my broom closet, I can put 3 Wiis in my broom closet! It's not much, but it's home.