If you don’t include the time I lived in my parents house or at the college dorms (and I don’t), the room I currently find myself in is my first “official” room of my own. The strip above is barely an exaggeration–the only non-truth being the “Sparks”. A year ago, I was double-fisting that shit (”Energy AND alcohol! Teh awesumz!”) but I’ve since weened that habit…

Cheap-ways-to-get-drunk-fast or not, the room is not exactly the love nest one would hope their first space would be. I wasn’t exactly planning a sex swing in the corner or anything (no, that’s for the living room) but I can’t blame someone being a bit turned off by the sheer amount of things that could be played with in my room. And not in that kinky fun way. On the upside, however, if someone requests that the lights are turned off while we screw discuss the current political situation in Iraq, I can at least assume it’s because they don’t want a Decepticon watching and not take it personally.

And yeah, Jennifer’s kinda a bitch like that, but she keeps me in line. Just stay away from her tuna casserole.

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