Still here

And I'm actually feeling guilty that I haven't blogged in a while. That may be a good thing.

This acquaintance of mine that I don't even like, V.M., recently blogged on how his life is like a house in response to a genuinely compelling and interesting query. (Just joking, V.). I, for one, do hope that my life is not like a house. I just got done explaining to someone how I definitely could not handle the idea of buying a house right now. A house is long term. A house is commitment. I don't know what I'm doing next weekend; the idea of picking curtains would drive me mad.

So, V.M., you're a house, I'm an apartment. And I'm probably some trashy-ass apartment that was once probably used as an opium den. But that's OK!

Actually, it's pretty gross. Man. Maybe I should invest in a house. Eh.