May/081
Now that I got a moment
Not sure when furniture and house-hold items became spend-worthy to me but in the last month or so, I’ve spent more time than I’d like to admit thinking about things that aren’t gadgets for my entertainment. I’ve thought about buying these things, in bulk. That’s just a bit disconcerting that I’ve spent part of my daily routine debating which area rug would look cooler in our new apartment. Am I wearing a turtleneck? Why am I reading an IKEA catalog?
What does that mean? It most likely means I should probably go get a CAT-scan.
In other news, Andy and I finally got around to talking about our Comic project and starting next Monday, we’re back at the routine once again. However, this time, we’re going to do a more realistic approach. Every Monday, Wednesday, Friday we’ll be alternating turns in posting drawings for the comic we’re working on creating. I’ve honestly missed the drawing, I feel I was at least getting better at it. I mean, I can make something I drew with a pencil look like a person, you know, without having to tell people it looks like a person.
That’s awesome.
May/081
I’d rather have shards of glass in my boxers
Really, I’m not exactly sure what’s worse. Moving or cleaning up a place you’ve lived in for two years after moving everything out. I mean, really, I like to think of Nicole and I as very tidy and clean humans. Exhibit A, I’ve never had anyone enter our apartment and recoil at it’s stench. That’s got to put us in at least the 85th percentile as far as cleanliness.
Regardless though, I swear, if I had the means, I would have just paid someone else to clean up our former apartment. There were things we found, vile things, tucked away amid the protection of shadow and grown with a veil of evil so terrifying, having half a paper towel roll between my hand and it still caused me to crawl out of my skin. Next time we move, I’m just getting one of these:
To hell with my security deposit.
Otherwise, aside from the fact that our new place has what I’m assuming are lead-filled walls as our cell phones have no reception, that hooking up the internet seems much more difficult than it should be, and having the cops show up to calm down a domestic dispute down the hall, I’m a big fan of the new place.
Yeah, thats right, we have two bedrooms. It’s like we just discovered some lost city made of gold. Wide open, spread out, roomy, delicious gold.
Crap, is it Sunday night already?
May/081
It’s Moving Day Bitches
We’re just about to go run out and get the moving van (a muchos gracias to Senor Tom for helping with that one) and begin moving the big stuff as we’ve named them. Yesterday we made about 10 trips back and forth to the new place, dropping off the little stuff, you know, the irreplaceable items a person collects throughout the years that they just can’t live without