Trinity and I are no longer homeless! We won't have to join the Bag Man, we can reject Tristin's offer to share his cardboard box, woohoo! We're gonna move in tomorrow, but Internet's gonna take a bit longer. All the ISPs here are bitches, so we're gonna have to nail one that isn't gonna eat us alive, fats and all.

Now that that problem's down, we're getting harassed to do a housewarming. What the hell, guys? You must all be short of 'uni's only in its first fricking week' parties'. I'll bet the enthusiasm will die once I tell them it'll be a BYO event if it materialises. That's Bring Your Own (Alcohol). In my defence, I am not of legal age, haha. 

Tristin laughed when I told him BYO in this case also meant 'bring your own alcohol and feed me'. ;)

Some places we viewed were absolute rip-offs, so disgusting you wouldn't wish someone such a horrid fate, or so bloody far that there's no way we would've considered it, even if it was dirt cheap. Or maybe it'd just have to be free of charge. Trinity might shout bloody murder if any housemate smokes too, so that ruled out one of the real-life COTTAGES we considered. 

In any case, we now have a place of our own, and we're hoping someone (gullible) will come along and be our housemate so the rent doesn't burn a big enough hole that you can see us mooning everyone. I'm kidding, they have to be gullible and lovely and according to my older brother, love heavy housework. Haha, you didn't need me to tell you that my bro's a lawyer, right?

Just kidding lah. Please don't kill me, hehe.

Anyway, it's a win-win situation if they fit the criteria, see. Don't you just adore my generosity? ;)

Now, I shall continue to fend off housewarming enthusiasts!