Just me and my Gypsy Band. What about it?

I just moved in! I carried about ten pieces of luggage, 3 of which were full of books, up 3 flights of stairs and down the hall into my house, ALONE, and finally realized I had an elevator, once I was done of course.

Fuck. me.

Raymond, Samantha and myself are living like gypsies, eating avocado and cream cheese sandwiches on the floor since we have no furniture, just good intentions. And soon gangsta g Becca will be joining the love huddle. Come one, come all. Bring a pillow and blanket and our barren shelter can be yours too. No cats please. Though, the one next door keeps curiously peeking its head in my door. Just give me a reason cat...give me a reason.

Fun events scheduled:

Watching the two Asian boys and one little Hispanic girl play tether ball across the street. This was what Samantha and I did first last night...because we obviously want our first impression to be that of a child molester and/or pedophile. That little girl kicked some Asian ass though, and screamed like Serena at the US open. It was heated.

Also, Ray and I just purchased a fridge from an ad on craigslist, and when we inquired as to why it was being sold the response was "We just... sell appliances." I thought this was the perfect time to crack a joke about the fridge "falling off the back off a truck" in HUGE air quotes, to which Ray said to me, "Welcome to California."

THIS BE MAH HOME.