A random collection of commentary on the 1990s, sports, pop culture, video games, journalism, writing and ego. You know, like every other blog in existence. Except written by me. Oh, and also, my cat wrote a few entries too.
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Pictures from the new apartment, and friend me on Facebook.
So, I've sprinkled a few photos from the new apartment into this entry. Above is my room's closet, which you'll note is incredibly messy right now. My junk is scattered all over the plus, because I'm still moving some stuff from my parents' house to the new place. However, there is a TON of space in them, since they span the entire wall. Once I (finally) have everything moved over, I'll start to sort it a bit more thoroughly. As of right now, the only thing I have out is my laptop.
To the right, please admire my bed, my stuffed animals, and a few other things. For example, I have a wonderful and glorious towel with ducks on it, which is spread out over my clothes hamper. Please, try to hold your applause. To the left is a crock pot, which is on top of a cabinet I use to store really old video game stuff, and speaking of that, there is a Gamecube and Guitar Hero: World Tour box also visible in the picture. (Note: As usual, you can click the photo to see the full-size version.)
Anyway, if you want to see a couple more shots from the glorious apartment, feel free to add me on Facebook. I realize that I haven't hyped up my account in a while, but I don't mind new friends on there. You can then see other glorious photos of me, such as my sweaty head and gut at a volleyball tournament, and a variety of shots of me at Casey's, a local bar. I'm Stephen Greenwell, URI 2007.
(p.s. That character to the right is Cleo the Cat, who likes to headbutt me until I pet her, and then when I pet her, she turns away, but when I stop, she headbutts me again. Cats are confusing creatures.)
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Heh. You mentioned your junk. Hee!
ReplyDeleteYou're not the only one who can be smutty you know. :)
@ VA - See, I just assume the women of the world think the smuttiest things about me. How could I blame them? ;)
ReplyDeleteNice. Should we be worried about the stuffed animal collection Mr. Smuttypants?! ; )
ReplyDelete@ Empress - Howdareyou! I am pristine, saintly and gentlemanly, like a modern day Mr. Darcy.
ReplyDeleteYour cat is so cute! Do your stuffed animals get into arguments and have pizza parties and sometimes take trips to Florida, or is that just mine? :D
ReplyDelete@ Sadako - Thanks! And unfortunately, they don't, not that I've noticed. Then again, I didn't bring them to college with me, so who knows what they were doing at that time...
ReplyDeleteIn my experience, stuffies can be very tricky and complex entities. You never know.
ReplyDelete@ Sadako - True! Although, you calling them "stuffies" disturbs me for some reason.
ReplyDeletehaha my cat molly at my mom's house carries around tiny stuffed animals in her mouth and talks to them and we call them "her stuffies."
ReplyDeleteAlso the cat is probably turning away cause they want you to pet their back. Often cats really like their lower backs scratched.
@ Danielle - Aw! I except those kind of cute idiosyncrancies from a Danielle Membrino cat :)
ReplyDeleteThe little cat is annoying me greatly today. She keeps biting my toes and fingers. Pesky little creature...
Hmm. How about Plush Americans?
ReplyDelete@ Sadako - I've always liked how Warren The Ape calls himself a "fabricated American" on his show, and in his trailer for Bad Po Fo:
ReplyDeletehttp://twitchfilm.net/news/2010/06/warren-the-ape-stars-in-bad-po-fo.php
Nice cat. I think I have one just like it somewhere around here.
ReplyDelete@ JS - What's its name? Gil? :D
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