Yeah, I moved again. Wanna fight about it?
Last night, I packed up my things and left Queen Village. I’ve still got some stuff back at the house that I have to pick up (most notably my television’s power cable), but I’m pretty much all moved in and happy. Thanks for helping me move (again) Tim.
With the exception of having my flowers stolen and the occasional fight break out in front of my house, Queen Village was a really great neighborhood. My roomies were some fun guys and the house provided some ample room for throwing some crazy parties. So why the move?
One of my closest friends from my undergrad, Katie, has a gorgeous condo in Rittenhouse Square that, due to her working back in New Jersey, she doesn’t live in. We got to talking, and she offered to let me sublet it for a price so low that it would offend my Philly friends to even post it here. So I won’t.
Katie was kind enough to leave me Post It notes all over the house. This one has got to be my favorite.
Sorry Katie, Mittens is going to straight up devour your couches.
A couple more silly ones after the jump.
Oh hell yeah, and a case of Fresca in the fridge? I’m living like a king.
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i know the entire reason you moved in with me was to get your own hand towel. you are SO lucky.
Things you should let Mittens eat:
1. The couch
2. Katie’s wine
3. Katie’s hand towel
4. The couch
LOL… Katie sounds like my sister in law. Chena isn’t allowed in the house. Little does she know, Chena is staying there when I stop over there on my way to DC in a few weeks.
wooooo! relations on the couch!
Dude, what is this, four apartments since you’ve moved to Philly? Five? I would die. *Die.* Even a really sweet hand towel wouldn’t save me.
(But on the other hand, no excuse now not to do a Nodding Head quizzo bloggers’ night. You can bring your new dog.)