I have a nice two-story suburban house in Portland that I'm renting with a few, uh, roommates. It's a nice city, nice state. I guess I live here 'cause it's affordable and my buds are here y'know? Beats a barracks anyday of the week. Oh you want to hear more. I ain't too good at these interviews but uh here I go. Well our house is a bit of a mess if I'm being honest. There's so much decor everywhere, knick knacks and merch and posters and all that. It's very personal. It's definitely lively. Oh, my room? Well it's is just as bit a mess as the rest of the house, same deal. But it's an organized mess. It's not that everything is sprawled out it's just that there's a lot and it makes this idea of, I don't know, being surrounded by stuff?
I have an Architecture job right now, I'm lucky enough that I can work from home most of the time. I do of course have to drive on-site to speak to the engineers, and if you know anything about engineers you know that they hate the type of shit us architects draw up. I don't blame them, I've seen some masterful works of art drafted that, honestly, cannot be made by human means. Not to say I'm not guilty of this, but I'm getting a bit off track now, aren't I? Also, I get some amount of money from my veteran's pension. Other than that, my two, erm, roommates also make money.