The Romanzof House

I'm moved into this Vaulted Ceiling Duplex and there is a lingering Malted Peeling Suplex on the cool air flow. Earthquake Park is only a quarter mile away from here on Northern Lights. This is where I live.

Hillary Seeland and Julie Howe are my new roommates. They are both gone for the holidays. Hillary is in Sitka, AK with family, and I just dropped Julie at the airport, bound for family reunion in Seattle, WA. Good timing, I can't seem to control my gas. It's wicked tonight. They smell like malted potato peelings that were tossed around under the arms of massive WWF women.

"Mungo's in trouble! Oh! He was blasted with that fall-away Malted Peeling Suplex!"

I have a walk-in closet, the master bedroom, a view of the neighbor's snowy back yard, a private bathroom, the garage space for the Diskohaus (while Hillary and Julie must part outside) and I'm paying $150 less every month than they are. Who knew a deal this good would come along.

Many bad ideas came along with considering a move into a house with an ex-girlfriend... particularly one who has caused so much hurt and anger so recently, but I have a high degree of confidence that things are going to be okay.

The girl I met in Girdwood, Gabriella, is gone. She has returned to Ohio and now I'll never marry her before Christmas. Oh well. Won't be a very Marry Christmas without a wedding, but I'm still holding out for a Merry Christmas.

Anyway guys (and by "guys" I mean "Super Turtle") I hope you all have a Christmas time that is rockin' and rollin' as mine ought to be. I'll be spending most of my time alone in the next 2 weeks, so I'll probably be thrashing the Blog quite a lot soonlike. I finally have a cable modem back, dudes.

Peace and Love,
Mungo de Bungalow

Song of the day: "Tijuana Lady" - Gomez