It's a loft? No. It's a 9 Star Hotel and here's mutherfuckin' why:
Work stations! This where Woodson and I spend hours illustrating, After Effectsing, designing, and editing. Not Bluetoothing text documents to one another. Definitely not e-mailing each other.
DJ Booth!
Living Room! Note the twin televisions, twin coffee tables, and twin embarrassing DVD collections. Dealing with our redundancies doesn't make any sense. There is a tentative plan to put one TV on top of the fridge, which DOES make sense. Also... for real, does anyone want a coffee table?
What? You don't have a walk-in closet? No? Not even underneath your bed? That's funny. I got this one but it's like sort of whatever. p.s. twin ACs.
Oh, but shit. The Scarlet Letter of Bushwick. Thanks for the house-warming note, anonymous neighbors. Honeymoon over? (yes)
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3 comments:
haha! they wrote on your wall!
you are now branded with the
bushwick mark of the beast.
you two at night = twin dongs.
i want to be the bread to a twin dong sandwich. i miss you guys. ps. there better be a dope ass HK shiny t shirt in the walk "under" closet!
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