So I found myself a nice place in south boston. One bedroom, really fucking big living room, nice kitchen with a dishwasher, Big bathroom, hardwood floors in good condition, and it's like right off of broadway. I think it's about 750 square feet or close as makes no difference. So the moving date is tomorow. Day of rest my ass.

Spent all of today moving Steve's shit down to astoria. It's was only supossed to take maybe 6 hrs...turned into closer to 10. He didn't know where to drop off the moving truck and the directions that he got sucked ass. spend about 2hrs trying to find the fucking thing. Meanwhile i'm trying to following him in a moving truck and he's blowing through red and yellow lights. But driving a truck in the city is fun. People will move the fuck outta the way, suckers. So after we find the spot to deliver the truck, i hop into the passanger seat and pass out. I wake up to the question of " Hey dude i don't mean to bother you but where were the twin towers?" I sit up and look around, and where are we, do you think?
That's right i've got the sky line to my right, thinking where the fuck are we...Jackass took 278 south instead of north....We were in the southend of brooklyn.... ohh what fun. But his 2 bedroom is pretty fucking swank, and i really didn't have much else to do today except move my own shit to my place...but shit happens...and i'll just do it on sunday. And at least there will be three of us to do that ( Abby will be take time from her busy day to lend a hand, cause she rocks) , instead of two, so maybe it worked out for the best. So now it's time too get a few pints o'guinness and jameson in me and watch a movie.

PS I prob won't be online anytime soon after this till i get my shit settled in at the pad, so if you know how to get a hold of me... Feel free.

So I found myself a nice place in south boston. One bedroom, really fucking big living room, nice kitchen with a dishwasher, Big bathroom, hardwood floors in good condition, and it's like right off of broadway. I think it's about 750 square feet or close as makes no difference. So the moving date is tomorow. Day of rest my ass.

Spent all of today moving Steve's shit down to astoria. It's was only supossed to take maybe 6 hrs...turned into closer to 10. He didn't know where to drop off the moving truck and the directions that he got sucked ass. spend about 2hrs trying to find the fucking thing. Meanwhile i'm trying to following him in a moving truck and he's blowing through red and yellow lights. But driving a truck in the city is fun. People will move the fuck outta the way, suckers. So after we find the spot to deliver the truck, i hop into the passanger seat and pass out. I wake up to the question of " Hey dude i don't mean to bother you but where were the twin towers?" I sit up and look around, and where are we, do you think?
That's right i've got the sky line to my right, thinking where the fuck are we...Jackass took 278 south instead of north....We were in the southend of brooklyn.... ohh what fun. But his 2 bedroom is pretty fucking swank, and i really didn't have much else to do today except move my own shit to my place...but shit happens...and i'll just do it on sunday. And at least there will be three of us to do that ( Abby will be take time from her busy day to lend a hand, cause she rocks) , instead of two, so maybe it worked out for the best. So now it's time too get a few pints o'guinness and jameson in me and watch a movie.

PS I prob won't be online anytime soon after this till i get my shit settled in at the pad, so if you know how to get a hold of me... Feel free.