
So I'm about to move.
A few months ago D.S. and I started pimping up his apartment to see if I could move in with him anytime in the near decade. We painted the walls, we repaired pipes and fixed leaks. We even bought some courtains a few weeks ago that look awesome with the new paint scheme, and also prevent the neighbors from freaking out and starting a lynching party whenever they see us making out through the windows or parading around naked.
We still have a few paint jobs to finish and that's that, but all we're waiting for to prepare for my inminent invasion of D.S.'s private space is a bed. A soft, fluffy, huge bed. I mean we wanna sleep in a fucking ocean of mattress. We want a bed ...Keep reading.














