I'm Jealous
I love my apartment, but my girlfriends apartment isn't even like an apartment, it's like a HOUSE. Huge, in Williamsburg/Greenpoint, and unbelievably cheap for the size. I helped her move for a good part of the day and all I got was jealously over the space that she has and a black eye. From a box. That was hit by a box-spring mattress. Now I'm sore, stuck at work, and in serious need of a massage. And no one to give me one...
But I did have a great weekend.
But I did have a great weekend.