Signed a new lease over Easter weekend. I'm not saying the place I live now is bad, but the heating and air condition are broken, there's no trash pick up, and I think dead things have come back to life as a mold colonies within our walls. It's a fixer upper lacking the ability to ever be fixed, and I like to think of it as Hell without the heating.
I like the new place - not in love - but I do like it. Of course, there's always a mild infatuation with new places you move into. Mainly because it's new, but also because it doesn't suck like your old place. Your new place has its flaws, but you can't see them yet. It's like a gorgeous crazy woman, and until they open their yammer you can't call them certifiable. I suppose I'll have to wait for it to rain or snow or emit some type of sunshine in order to find out if the walls and ceilings they advertised for the place actually word.
The set up will be sweet, with two dueling TVs. They'll be Bob, the 61" TV that compensates for my small genitals, and a yet unnamed second TV opposite it. Two couches, a love seat, and bar stools. That's about the extent of the setup. Why would two guys need anything more?
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