The FB is in the market for a new house. Sometime between the time he puts his first offer on the table and the time he's holding the keys, I am going to exact a promise from him for a fully-functioning kitchen that I can play in. Yes, this is important to me. His current kitchen has no food, few utensils, and mainly functions as storage space for a bunch of retarded gadgets and computer crap. A kitchen is meant to be a kitchen, not fucking Mission Control. And don't even get me started on the living room. 
(And for those of you who say, "Don't you have a kitchen of your own?", the answer is no, I don't. I share the kitchen with my mother, and as such it is no kind of kitchen at all.)
(And for those of you who say, "Don't you have a kitchen of your own?", the answer is no, I don't. I share the kitchen with my mother, and as such it is no kind of kitchen at all.)
I'm so looking forward to one day buying a house just so I can make the perfect kitchen.