Saturday, September 14, 2013

enough with the vagueness

after a nightmarish couple weeks, I have put the world's greatest mystery to rest: tv is not real. all those fabulous apartments everyone seems to afford?

yeah, no.

i ain't living in some penthouse suite on central park. i couldn't even manage a studio loft by myself. or a private room. but, hey, i'm in new york. and that, folks, is what we call a silver lining.

i got an apartment! in new york!

//dance break//

bona fide resident right here.

//dance break//

so. details. a lovely three bedroom in central harlem with four girls, myself included. it's a little small, but, hey, it's not nearly as dumpy as my provo apartment. this is newly refurbished. wood floors. exposed brick. high ceilings. floor to ceiling windows.

look at me talking fancy.

but it really is nice. my mom will be impressed methinks.

as long as i blindfold her through the streets where i live.

just kidding. it's just harlem! got a certain charm. and, hey, if you're ever looking to get some african hair braiding done, there's about seventeen options in the area.

you know what they say. location, location, location!

**photos forthcoming**

4 comments:

  1. Awesome. Get on it with the photos!!

    -Steve

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  2. Hopefully, TV also exaggerates the "negative" side of things too. Be careful! I love you.
    Mom

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  3. WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'FRIENDS' ISN'T REAL?!!!!!!!!!

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  4. Pictures, please. Also, carry some mace. Yay for Shelby!!!

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