After weeks of seeing apartments with listings along the lines of “small but livable, with fridge, sorry no fucking kitchen sink, $1200”, I think I finally found a great place in Santa Monica to live in, like nine blocks from our office building. This would make life wonderful, and would probably greatly please Dan, because he wouldn’t constantly see some bearded fuck sleeping in his living room. I hope the landlady doesn’t discover that I was convicted for public raditude and attempted baditude. If that happens, I’ll be staying in Dan’s living room forever, so don’t tell the landlady, and certainly don’t tell Dan.
I also haven’t been keeping up on Tumblr activity over the past few days, but everything seems to still be in order. I have an idea for a new Tumblr that I think will make it big. It’s called Scott Bakula Standing Next To Vending Machines and it will be the most popular thing on the internet for a week, because people are fucking stupid.