Yes, it does beat being ripped off by my landlord and employer in Stockholm and being left homeless in New Jersey going from one WalMart parking lot to another...one even featured a high speed chase. This is instead of boarding my flight and expatriating to Sweden. Alas in my domicile I lovingly refer to Real World Bremerton with its surreal sculpted Navy C.O. mustaches I first saw at the teriyaki shack that I think if I dared to touch it the thing would crawl away and in an instant; that mustavhe shaped object below his nostrils would scurry off to one of the branches of the fake ficus to cocoon. Then it would metamophize into a Luna moth and fly away much to his dismay.

No worries they will prolly issue him another one as soon as he reports for duty again. My sister's apartment is a 24/7 Kid & Play House Party clone with the exception of the mostly nearly under 21 cracker friends of my sister's and the 6 full time roommates plus frequent stragglers and friend of friends who stop by. I think you get the point. Yesterday was attack of the metal spatula by (seven stitches required by my sister in battle royale with a wigger now ex boyfriend and my Rom (Gypsy) adopted White-O-Rican sister. Much fun and that wigger nearly lost his life if not for her fear of jail. He is gone now...and there is some peace today in Whoville.