No one needs big things

Upon the renewal of my second-year contract here in Daegu, I took the opportunity to upgrade my apartment to a 14th-floor deluxe apartment, presumably, in the sky. Of course, I share it with two other fine gentlemen, as not even a man with the greatest of bowel movements has a need for two bathrooms. For the past week or so, I've been alone in said apartment while the Los Angelian and Saffa are on their respective vacations, leaving me to share the apartment with nothing more than a meowbox with a foot fetish whose owner is also away on vacation.

Tonight, as I sat in front of the futon I've been sleeping on in our living room watching shows from my laptop connected to my TV from the table I've moved from the kitchen to eat my dinner while I watched, it became evident that I have taken a some 12000sq. foot apartment and smashed it back down to everything I was so eager to get away from in the first place.

If I never moved, however, I wouldn't be signing autographs for the local children and parents who think I'm an athlete from the World Athletic Games, whom are being housed just down the road.

"Shoot for the stars!" I wrote to them.