Shopping for junk

A nice gal that works in the office here named Elaine (a Brazilian-Korean, of all things) took Gustaf and I out shopping for our new apartment. We had to get sheets for our beds and chairs and all that crap. Elaine put up with our antics for several hours as we had several elongated debates on the merits of real silverware versus plasticware. When it is two guys living together, plastic everything becomes very compelling.

Our apartment is totally lame and we are moving ASAP. We had a friend that had this apartment, so we are crashing here until we can find a better place. It is about 90 degrees here and there is no AC in this apartment. It’s completely insane. The only way I can sleep at night is to lay a cold wet towel over my body until I fall asleep.

  • Gustaf

    Those sweet red chairs!

  • You are moving to Korea? I haven’t the slightest idea at all..

  • I would kill for an apartment with that much room.

    … seriously. Don’t go to sleep tonight.

  • I didn’t move here, just getting a place here for my frequent visits. Gustaf will be living here full time. He may be the only Swede here. He is certainly the only Swede in our apartment.

  • Well, at least until you leave again and he’s free to throw his infamous Sexy Parties.

  • For a sec, I thought you’re moving to Korea.. bleh! I’m not blur today, been sleeping for many hours.. 🙂

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