Well I found a house and signed a lease on it, and have slowly been moving into it. Saturday is move blitz, where myself and a buddy of mine will move whats left of my stuff to my house, and all the stuff that belongs to another roomate back to her parents place. It will end tho, with me grilling up some fajitas and us all drinking beer, which is always a good ending. The place is pretty cool, 2 bed 1 bath perfect size for just myself and the dog, all either wood floor or tile. But the best part is that there already is a washer dryer in a huge bonus room, and the uber best is there is a "secret passage" or atleast thats what im calling it. The back yard is decent size with preexisting landscape thats already plumbed and everything, and the owner is agreeing to pay a bit of the water bill to keep up the grounds on top of putting in a water harvesting system. With all this excitment about the house, I am not looking forward to the actuall act of moving part, I hate moving.
Enough of house and moving tho. On another note, I went to pee the other day and look down to see a quality control stick on the head of myself, so I guess my dick passes quality control. Unfortunitly I didnt take a picture so I can't share it.
Enough of house and moving tho. On another note, I went to pee the other day and look down to see a quality control stick on the head of myself, so I guess my dick passes quality control. Unfortunitly I didnt take a picture so I can't share it.