My house. let me show it to you.
Y HALO THAR.
So.I've moved halfway across the damn country, to mah new home in NY. And some people wanted to see pictures of the place. KAY.
So, we live in the upper half of a two-story place, the lower apartment being in the basement, effectively, and manned by two steel-mill workers who're rarely home. Our place is three bedroom, two bath, waaaaay out in the boonies with a huge front yard and a big-ass cliff/hill in the back. Rather nice place, really.
The front room, and Rox, and a movie on the PS2. There's a hell of a lot of space in this place.
The view out the big front window, which is across from where Rox is sitting. Holy shit, guiz, SNOW.
I sit in the winder when I play Guitar Hero and we have the projector hooked up, it's comfy 8D
Caleb on the couch, because his house is frecking haunted and his room mates are out of town. Really, I'm just posting this out of sheer wonder. How in the HELL does that boy sleep folded in HALF?!
The kitchen, which is nice and roomy, even if the stove IS electric.
My room, views one...
...and two. As you can see, I've already, ah, become comfortable in my space 8D That bed is brand-new and SO much better than the mattress I had in my barracks.
And my toy shelves. Forty-two toys on my desk, and twenty-eight of them are Transformers (or Transformer related, in the case of the ickle little Sam and Mikaela that came with Barricade & Frenzy) Some...*counts* five or six have been added since I took this picture, and I'm too lazy to stand up and take another one. The best one on display, though, has to be the foot-tall stuffed T-rex on my printer, that I got at Goodwill for $1.07, and that sits here and judges me as I surf the web. IT WANTS MY SOUL.
Does my Buddha statuette count as a toy? Does the OP DVD case? DON'T CARE 8D
Unf, I love having friends that willingly help me indulge in my obsessions. THANKS GUIZ.
So.I've moved halfway across the damn country, to mah new home in NY. And some people wanted to see pictures of the place. KAY.
So, we live in the upper half of a two-story place, the lower apartment being in the basement, effectively, and manned by two steel-mill workers who're rarely home. Our place is three bedroom, two bath, waaaaay out in the boonies with a huge front yard and a big-ass cliff/hill in the back. Rather nice place, really.
The front room, and Rox, and a movie on the PS2. There's a hell of a lot of space in this place.
The view out the big front window, which is across from where Rox is sitting. Holy shit, guiz, SNOW.
I sit in the winder when I play Guitar Hero and we have the projector hooked up, it's comfy 8D
Caleb on the couch, because his house is frecking haunted and his room mates are out of town. Really, I'm just posting this out of sheer wonder. How in the HELL does that boy sleep folded in HALF?!
The kitchen, which is nice and roomy, even if the stove IS electric.
My room, views one...
...and two. As you can see, I've already, ah, become comfortable in my space 8D That bed is brand-new and SO much better than the mattress I had in my barracks.
And my toy shelves. Forty-two toys on my desk, and twenty-eight of them are Transformers (or Transformer related, in the case of the ickle little Sam and Mikaela that came with Barricade & Frenzy) Some...*counts* five or six have been added since I took this picture, and I'm too lazy to stand up and take another one. The best one on display, though, has to be the foot-tall stuffed T-rex on my printer, that I got at Goodwill for $1.07, and that sits here and judges me as I surf the web. IT WANTS MY SOUL.
Does my Buddha statuette count as a toy? Does the OP DVD case? DON'T CARE 8D
Unf, I love having friends that willingly help me indulge in my obsessions. THANKS GUIZ.