Keep in mind, these are for a basement apartment for Ryan and I.
1. A stomach-high black or wood-paneled bar to separate the kitchen and the living area.
2. A couch, to go next to our recliner.
3. Porthole-shaped picture frames with ocean scenes on them, to make my bedroom resemble a cabin of the Nautilus. (This also encourages playing pretend in my room when nobody is around.)
So, last night, we were falling asleep, then this happened:
Chocolate chip cookie mix, with a half a box of Sno-Caps mixed in.
Giant, fresh-from-the-oven cookie with ice cream on top.
Lemon drop shots.
Screwdrivers drunk with Twizzler straws.
It hurt so good.
I do not have a home, and I am living in the Nonsense office.
Ab asino lanam
So, remember that time my lease ran out, and I still hadn’t found an apartment? Well I’ve got clothes for work, blankets, a box of food, and a backpack with my laptop, book, and hygiene supplies ready to keep in my car. And I’m going to be living out of the Nonsense office, and on any couch that will have me(which so far is 2 couches), until an apartment is found. I’ve also got two jobs to maintain, so I can’t go home. I do, however think that I will keep my four-foot-high painting of a bullfight, and bring it into wherever I’m sleeping, to give the illusion of grandeur. I’ll leave it in my car, covered, while at work.
Tomorrow: Getting our security deposit back.
My best idea in a series of games to play while we clean up the house.
Another idea is barefoot-driveway. Self-explanatory.
My friend Danielle gave them to me the other day, during a drunk-magic party with one of my two best friends, Lucas, Who was visiting from Saratoga.
