Article posted on Jun 25
So, if you've met me, you know I'm... umm, big :) So I'm trying to change that, with decent success. Lost 31lbs in 10 weeks. Anyways, I saw "fat-free shredded cheddar cheese" at the supermarket today. So I bought some. And I tried it. And I threw up.
It tastes like rubber dipped in motor oil. In retrospect, I shouldn't have bought 3 bags of it (stupid Safeway "deals"). But I'm stupid like that.
So I finally moved into my apartment this weekend. It only took over 3 months to do. In the meantime, there were opened moving boxes all over most of the floor, and the rest of the floor contained stuff that used to be in those boxes. That and a pile of garbage in the corner of the kitchen that was beginning to be taller than me.
So the place is immaculate, but I know it won't last for long. I've been using this time to parade whoever I can get my hands on around here. I should also take pictures. See this? Well, it got about 10 times worse before I started cleaning.
Anyways, there's the long-term solution. I could 1) keep it clean myself, 2) find a girlfriend who's obsessed with cleaning, or 3) hire a maid. #1 seems difficult, #2 sounds good (you know, with the added benefits of sex and all that), but the hidden maintnence and costs may become prohibitive. #3 sounds good. I pay the nice lady and I know what I'm getting in return. It's a little like prostitution I guess.
Now that the apartment is clean, I realized there's a huge blank area where a dining room table is supposed to be. Meaning I should probably get a dining room table. And a couch would be nice too.