Bachelor Pad.
Having unfortunately been born with the ailment of being "Asian," I am having to pay for it by being required to live with my parents until I: 1) get married, 2) get married, 3) get married, or 4) get a job out of state (even then they'd probably make me take a helicopter to work).
So, since they recently moved, I recently moved with them. But this time around, they're giving me a little taste (maybe more of a nibble) of freedom by giving me what I like to call a "bachelor pad," meaning I get the basement. It's pretty swanky, has its own entrance, a bedroom, bathroom, living space, blah blah blah... it'll tide me over for a few more months before I get desperate to leave again.
But, since the house decided to spring a leak, drywall and carpet is in the process of being replaced and refinished, so I'm currently living in what looks more like a construction site than a bachelor pad.
Behold, the makings of freedom:
general living area... perfect for future book club meetings
the "entertainment nook" that will house my future boyfriend... a 42" flatscreen.
corner of the room I will call, "my office"
future indoor orchid jungle area...
I'll be sure to post more photos when it's actually done. All I know is, with all the crap I've gotten at World Market, my bachelor pad is going to be baller. I guess I can't really call it a bachelor pad if I'm planning to hold book club meetings and have an orchid sanctuary in it... it's more of a "I-want-to-live-in-an-Anthropologie-catalog" pad.
So, since they recently moved, I recently moved with them. But this time around, they're giving me a little taste (maybe more of a nibble) of freedom by giving me what I like to call a "bachelor pad," meaning I get the basement. It's pretty swanky, has its own entrance, a bedroom, bathroom, living space, blah blah blah... it'll tide me over for a few more months before I get desperate to leave again.
But, since the house decided to spring a leak, drywall and carpet is in the process of being replaced and refinished, so I'm currently living in what looks more like a construction site than a bachelor pad.
Behold, the makings of freedom:
general living area... perfect for future book club meetings
the "entertainment nook" that will house my future boyfriend... a 42" flatscreen.
corner of the room I will call, "my office"
future indoor orchid jungle area... I'll be sure to post more photos when it's actually done. All I know is, with all the crap I've gotten at World Market, my bachelor pad is going to be baller. I guess I can't really call it a bachelor pad if I'm planning to hold book club meetings and have an orchid sanctuary in it... it's more of a "I-want-to-live-in-an-Anthropologie-catalog" pad.
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