Aha, ha ha, sweet, sweet freedom!

After living out of my suitcase since June 21st, I've suddenly got my own place. My very own! Privacy galore. Space to spread my arms, and no one to call me on it. I could even do yoga. How 'bout that, bitches??

I got a bag of dry rice, a bottle of good Scottish whiskey, and no internet. Could it be better? No it could not, folks, no it could not.

And what am I doing tonight? I am flexing the squeaky hinges of the closet door, over and over, just because I can.