ah, living in my parents' basement. awesome. everytime i have to tell someone that... another bit of esteem seeps from the lips of the balloon. a cute uncle-making fart noise. a little more high pitched though.
anyway, living at the rents' house. i have the whole basement and it looks like someone just plopped a bed in the corner of their upper-middle-class re-done basement.
that is what happend. but i also plopped my desk and a rack to hang my clothes on. my cousin calls it my department store.
my parents' room is directly above my bed, and there is a vent that is next to my bed that goes up to one next to their bed...but i have sex, smoke weed, and have friends over late anway. unless i'm asked to stop, i will continue. i'm pretty sure they've had to have heard some of the sex though, and i wish that weren't the case...but it was some of the best banging around ever. afterwords i had to ask "was i too loud?"...ahhh the incasing of the moment itself, blocking out everything else that is in the world. yummy sex, yummy.
