i do a lot of internet surfing while at work. more than once, i've caught myself answering the phone "(bank's name)-dot-com, this is (jook), how may i help you?"

moron.

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my friend eric, who is unfairly wealthy, has just purchased a home in the also unfairly wealthy neighborhood of deer park, right by barrington, which is even more unfairly wealthy. eric is a single man, age 29, with a solid career in optometry, who has a love of beer, beer nuts, and beer coolers. no girlfriend (ladies, let me know if you're interested) and no plans on having any children, ever, and he now was five spacious bedrooms at his disposal, along with four bathrooms, two living rooms, a huge kitchen, and an ever huger dining room. beautiful wood deck, stone fire place the size of a school bus (the long bus, not the short bus), and plans for the pool, hot tub, and wet bar are currently in the works. walking around his house last night, i grew insanely jealous. i almost ripped out my hair. what's he going to do with all this space? if i had all that space, maybe i'd start popping out kids right away. or... not. maybe i'd just create the personal library i've always wanted, or design every room around every possible mood. the happy room, the cranky room, the sad-for-no-good-reason room, the stomping-angry room, et cetera.

although even i, with all my myriad moods, don't need a house quite that big. i have been thinking about homeowning lately, though (my, aren't i domestic) and while i love my apartment, don't i deserve a kitchen large enough for a table? a set of stairs? a third bathroom and a basement for all my junk?

i guess for now i'll just continue keeping my junk in the corner of my bedroom. at least it's super accessible that way.