I live in a massive, four-story, six-bedroom house with five roommates. Someone is always drinking something, eating something, watching something, humping something or bitching about something. Except Christmas. when everyone scatters back to their points-of-origin. That's when I run around naked and have conversations with the furniture.
So here it is, and I can't help but think that, at some point, I am going to have to end this bohemian lifestyle and settle into some sort of more adult circumstance. Unless I find a girl who is equally happy doing crossword puzzles, eating out and getting stoned watch Cowboy Bebop, I could be in trouble.
I guess I could lose the anime.
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