2) Being able to hang out in the kitchen in my underwear. Okay, being able to hang out in my underwear in general.

3) A new vacuum cleaner. (We're getting a Dyson which we're hoping can handle the copius amounts of fur and hair shed by Taz and myself, respectively).

4) A fridge dedicated solely to ME! And Paul too, I guess. Also, there will be no more games of Guess What That Brown Puddle On The Bottom Shelf Of The Fridge Is.

5) Finally having enough pantry space to put all our food away.

6) No more ugly couch that's been passed around by God-only-knows-how-many-college-students. I shudder at the thought of how many different DNA samples I'm coming in contact with each time I put my butt on that thing.

7) Having enough closet space to hang up all of our clothes! At the moment most of Paul's clothes is in a lumpy pile that spills out of the closet (which means I can't slide the closet door all the way shut, which I HATE).

8) Finally having at least one permanent parking space, 7 days a week, 52 weeks a year! Parking spaces are like GOLD (actually they're better than gold) here in LA for you non-LA people.

There's a ton of other stuff I could add to that list, but the gist of it is that I hate sharing my living space. And I hate dealing with things like throwing away a mango that looks like its rotting before my eyes only to be told by an unhappy roommate that he was going to eat it. I just don't wanna worry about that crap when I get home from work.

I have a phone interview this afternoon. I can't say I'm particularly excited about it but we'll see where it goes.

P.S. I completely destroyed my permalink when I was trying to fix it this morning, so let's just pretend the timestamp is still where it belongs and everything is fine and it should all be fixed by tonight.