Come live in my neighborhood. We've got all the rambunctious kids playing outside you could ever want.

I don't like The Great Gatsby.

My mom wanted to call me either Sabrina or Marina, but my dad hated those.

If I have a girl, she'll be Penelope or Beatrice. If I have a boy, he'll be called Soren.

Well that's good news for me. Cuz it's #4 or nothin' in this house.

That's nothing. I can't have sex with someone I'm not for real in love with. The idea of sleeping with someone I barely know makes me SO uncomfortable. Hence the reason I've only had sex with one person. But I am totally ok with that! I found the right guy, fell in love with him, banged him, married him, and banged…

No need to get snarky—I was just commenting that, from my experience, it just seems like insanity to pay that much for living space. I am perfectly aware people have their own preferences.

Good—that's what I'll try, then.

Oh, I could never have an outdoor cat—I'd worry about it too much! But there are plenty of strays in the neighborhood as it is.

I'm thinking that's what I'll have to do as well. And maybe get some chicken wire too.

Even if you're making quite a bit more money, it still seems like a waste to throw it away renting (to me, anyway)!

Uh, the cat is OURS. We adopted him together, we share the responsibility for him. Our cat is basically our child.

Yup. Gotta love living in an area with low housing costs.

Aaaaaand I need to lie down again.

"Should I start proudly showing you the bathroom every time I clean it?"

It's so hard for me to wrap my head around NYC apartment pricing.

This this this.

I get bunnies in my backyard ALL THE TIME. I'm worried it's going to be a problem when I put in a veggie garden.

There are MANY reasons I would never want to be famous, not the least of which is that I do not photograph well. I'm cute in person, but not photogenic at all.

*heavy audible sigh*