New York City (aka, DisgustingOdorVille)

by tully
August 2, 2006 6:28 AM
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Man, it's really disgusting here. Everywhere you walk smells and feels like you're in a vacuous dumpster filled with warm, melted butts piled on top of spoiled trash. And it's loud too. And you can't walk half a block without sweating through your clothes. August in New York... it's fan-tas-tic!

Fortunately, my living arrangement appears to be as dreamy as I had hoped it would be. My roommates are chill and nice, the house is well maintained and has a great energy, and there's a recent addition to the living room that makes it even more amazing: a foosball table that LIGHTS UP from underneath!

But better than that, the world gave me an immediate sign that I had chosen the right place upon arriving this morning. Being the dork that I am, one of the first things I did when I walked inside the house was to check the Netflix that was sitting on the coffee table. It just so happened to be "George Washington!" Talk about a coinkidink. I proceeded to inform my roommates that my name appears in the film's closing credits as "costumes/makeup." Boy, were they impressed.

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  • roommate m | August 14, 2006 5:28 AMReply

    boy, was i impressed. will you do MY makeup? actually, as i recall, i was a bit disappointed you weren't responsible for the cool dinosaur mask...

  • Rob | August 2, 2006 10:42 AMReply

    Man, to quote Ingmar Bergman, "With a foosball table that lights up, why the hell would you bother making movies anymore?"