House meet Svet, Svet...House

Well I finally did it, I got myself a house. A nice one too. It has a staircase which has fulfilled my greatest childhood fantasy and it also has a huge mirror in the bedroom where I can fulfill my greatest adult fantasy. Thats right, I can see ALL of my outfit. Head to toe, thats the stuff baby.

I had my first tradey person visit today. Although I was angry at having to wait for ages before the guy showed up I didn't even mind that much because I was so excited about my genuine, grown-up and very boring activity. That's right, I had to go home and wait for the tradey, how mature do I sound? You wouldn't know that I get scared of noises in the night and that my fridge is filled with four miniature tubs of gelato and rice pudding that mum made. Go adult life-style!

I have the largest bedroom in the house which means I suffer from "room guilt" frequently and try to share all parts of my bedroom with other housemates. Like this morning, Chox and I watched The Morning Show on my bed and we threw plastic cups at the screen while yelling at Kerri-anne. Sharing is caring, and hopefully the others won't hate me for living so much more spaciously than them.

Moving out has also inspired me to become obsessed with "the junk-store". Why buy anything anywhere else again when you can get a cheap Chinese knock off on the wonderland that is Sydney Rd? I spent an hour in one the other day and eventually the owner had to come take all the stuff I was holding at bring it up to the counter so I could continue shopping for another 10 kilos of stuff. Suddenly things that are not interesting have become interesting, like buying a coffee plunger for $5.95. I was talking about that one for days.

Backing onto two laneways in dingey Coburg is a dodgy enough location for a house, but there seems to be a suspicious number of sinks and doors inside leading me to suspect shonky behavior from past tenants. A total of 5 doors lead outside, which would allow for easy escape come a police raid. Or in my situation, its ideal for a psycho to sneak in through a door I have forgotten to lock and steal all my gelato and instant coffee.
There are a total of 4 sinks in the downstairs area alone (with 2 upstairs) and I can only assume the reason the owners wanted a sink in the garage was because they were doing something dodgy in there. At least thats what the tradey said to me. Not to mention the abundance of curtains all around the inside garage and at the front door. Why would you need curtains in a garage? There is no light to shade! At least now the house is equipped for me to set up some sort of illegal operation without much trouble.

I could go on about boring house stuff but I should save that for the eternity of which this blog will go on. Here's some sort of retarded summary of stuff about having a house. and stuff.

The best thing about having a fridge is putting magnets on it.
The best thing about having stairs is hanging Christmas lights on them.
The best thing about having winding blinds is seeing how fast you can unwind them, then breaking them and pretending that the last tenant did it.
The best thing about having a house mate with a similar sense of humour is leaving gummy penguins all over the kitchen sink.

See ya soon friends, and do come over sometime and check out the place. Unless I don't know you, then you can't come over ok?