The Way Things Are

I’m finding it difficult to describe precisely how stoked I am about my new apartment. Imagine you’ve gone from having your junk dipped in a deep frier every day to instead getting Cold Stone ice cream served to you by unicorns. The move has successful cut my commuting time from two hours to five minutes and I’m telling you, this ice cream is delicious.

As far as I can tell, everything is in a much more normalized state that it was say, a week ago. I was in Atlanta, my girlfriend was left to fend for herself with no Internet and worse yet, we didn’t have a couch. An entire season of Dexter was watched upon the floor and consoles went untouched. I never realized how important that cushioned throne is for a home.

Well, now that we’ve got everything setup for the most part, I’d like to give you folks a peek. Pardon the awful cording job. There’s a trip to OSH in my near future.

Our apartment, while super nice, is also super-80’s. Not only is there wood paneling all over the place, but there’s this bizarre structure right when you walk in that seemingly serves no purpose than to hold our crap. I can be seen passed out on the couch as Ikea trips wear me out.
As we’re such whiteys, we love our Ikea furniture. The coffee table will be undergoing a makeover soon enough. We picked up a PlayStation 3 this weekend as well, along with Ratatouille and No Country for Old Men. Maybe, someday, I’ll buy a game for it.
Here’s our kitchen area along with a wild Momo. The wood paneling is fierce, but it comes equipped with a toy shelf for our ever expanding line of neat junk. Cheez-Its, as you may or may not realize, are the official snack of our home.
And here’s what we see every time we exit the building. We’re on a pretty insane hill, so our view of the bay is equally so. It turns every walk into a certified death march. Momo will shed those pounds if its the last thing she does.