June has been the start of my new grizzled lifestyle as a he-man/laborer. I moved from Astoria to Brooklyn, and now I gotta relearn all new brunch and bagels, it's very exhausting. The move was great because I have strong friends and I'm probably going to get a job as a truck driver now and I think I have a beard?
Last weekend me and my roommate went to Ikea (hell) and bought a fully assembled couch 'as is.' Good deal! My roommate is about 5ft tall and I have noodles for arms so getting it into the apartment was a hoot and a half. The couch was made of solid lead and luckily my screams of "WHAT HAVE WE DONE" attracted our nice and handsome neighbor who came out to help us. With the power of team work we still failed to get the couch in the door without taking it apart. So we took it apart.
THIS weekend's project was our jungle back yard! Nice jungle trash pit is now a regular pit for parties and barbecue!
The main concern in the house now is that we almost certainly unearthed the cover up of a grisly murder or baby burial from around 1992, judging from the collection of toys and bones we found.
Hopefully I can just punch all the ghosts away!