Hello folks. I though I'd tell you a little about what it's like to live as/with me on a daily basis. Now it's true that my life would be probably easier than yours, but ever since I've gotten my own apartment I have realized that chores tend to be things that need to get done.
Once again I'd like to say that my life is probably much easier than someone else's. My day consists of:
Waking up
Showering
Getting dressed
brushing my teeth
Grab my keys
Look at the calender (find out where I have to go that day)
Fight a panther
Kill a grizzly with a butter knife
Single handedly find a cure for AIDS...
What? Your day doesn't consist of these activities? YOU mean to tell ME that you don't fight off throngs of Playboy girls (and eerily enough Playboy guys) just to get to your vehicle?
Don't mean to boast but this is all real. Daily basis shit right there.
True, it can't be all that bad if I can get online and make a video or write an article such as this... I still hold to it though, that this coupled with my war on poor actors (Branden Fraser, Sandra Bullock), I get pretty wiped by the end of the day.
I made one decision though that has made my life just a little bit more "spontaneous". I moved in with a pair of party hard women. Just so that you could be more aware of what this is like then please watch the following clip.
After watching that you may be thinking: Thats not too bad.
This happens almost 3-4 times a week. Weeks where I try to actually sleep while a spontaneous Olympic level beer pong competition is going on in my kitchen. I have developed a very deep level of sleep.
My good friend Tewphat though is an amazing help though. Not only does he "mediate" levels of random hyper-ness events during parties, he also is a very cool guy and fellow comedian. If you have Facebook you should be his
fan.
Now that I have sufficiently stated enough links in here we can move on.
The main point is this:
A couple days ago I was talking to one of my managers at one of my many jobs.
We were talking about how because I have two female roommates, I often come home to multiple women in my apartment who have no interest in me, what-so-ever. I kinda feel like the anti- Hugh Hefner.
The topic turn to the fact that: Not only does this happen! But I've recently learned that bread and eggs should be bought if a need for them is presented, not just buy them to just have them. Because, when you can pull out enough moldy bread that you could start your own penicillin company, then you shouldn't buy mass quantities of it.
At this point in the conversation my boss turns to me and says: "You're a bachelor! all you need is beef ramen and beer... possibly milk or water."
Ha, silly married male, I live with two females. My apartment consists of Oddles and Noodles and Boones Farm in all its multi-colored glory.
Luckily though, I have staved off the debate about having a pink christmas tree.
I will say this though. Living with the opposite gender is definitely a learning experience. Did you know a black belt and brown shoes don't match? Did you know that some people don't believe the zombie apocalypse is gunna happen? <>
My high, drunk, erratic roommates though make every day a small "happening" though. A good happening.
