A million years ago.
I just found these pictures.
It was the Friday night of discoveries. Above, I’ve come across a bag of Cheetos in the bedroom. Someone was eating cheesy poofs in bed.

Discovery #2, a pile of CLEAN clothes on the floor. ORLY.

He found me discovering his mess.

He tried to look cute to make up for it.

He doesn’t believe in electricity.

He believes in licking BBQ brushes.

He also likes to believe that my nose is bigger then his.

I just let him believe that.

We are funny.

I always thought his shirt said “Parishiners” because I dont actually read words, I just guess them.

4 remots. I don’t think they all work.

He doesn’t like it when I sit in his chair.

I don’t think a day passes where I don’t get conformation that he is pretty much meant to be mine forever. I say stupid things and he thinks they are hilarious. He is a nut bar and I think its pretty much the greatest thing ever.

Sea Urchant. A merchant of the sea.

Tonight is Costco night where I fight off hundreds of hungry asians for some free food. We need to get roast and cheese and potatoes and apples and bread and milk and many more things that I am forgetting.

I want to buy some bookshelves, and some bed side tables, and a new dresser.

All I can think about is storage. How is all my stuff going to fit in that tiny apparentment?

I am consumed with storage ideas.