Blackout’s over.
Today at work verizon sent me a lovely message stating my net is on. Which would be great if my DSL modem wasn’t buried in a unmarked box with Jimmy Hoffa.
God, is that funny or are we sick of Jimmy Hoffa jokes? Well Jimmy is still stuck in a Manhattan mini storage box while my DSL modem is sucking in fresh air.
Anyway, news hunh? Not much to report. Life is like tetris, I move boxes around, I eliminate some slowly. I gain another four square feet of space.
I found hipsters in my building. I’m debating on asking them to come up to see if the decor is “deck”. If not that, I think I can convince them that the boxes are part of a modern art piece.
I’m not sharing my roof with them though.
I ordered a brand spanking new TV. It’s mostly so I can kill Nazi’s, zombies, and my little brother in crystal clear clarity. It’s been ten years since I had a new TV, I figured it’s about time for an upgrade.
I ordered a bed too. That’s coming in next week. Which is good because my back can’t take the cheap mattress on the floor thing for too much longer.
The british girl turned out to be english after all. She was fibbing. Since I really don’t know anyone in the neighborhood besides some work buddies, I invited her over last Sunday. We flipped though some pictures, and year books then listened to music.
It was sweet and I rather like her. We talked a couple of times on the phone, and made plans for the weekend.
That’s about it, work should ease up in two weeks thank god so I can enjoy the new place.
