In keeping with the spirit of day dreaming and doing nothing productive, my Kiwi friend and I decided we’re going to “move” to Nashville. We picked out a house that would allow us to pay £23 per month (as long as we can find three other reasonable friends to come along), so we don’t really have to work. I mean, I’ll have job since he will be an illegal immigrant, but that’s OK as long as I come home to a freshly baked casserole. (I have to tell you about my recent obsession with casseroles, but that’s a story for another day)
(That’s not our car in the driveway. Kiwi wants a vintage mustang or something. And I already own a bangin’ 2007 Hyundai Accent.)
With estimated monthly payments of $183.82 divided by five and converted to pounds, we worked out we’d have to pay roughly £23 per month. Per month!
Allie, is this neighborhood bad enough to make £23 per month not worth it?
We spent a good 30 minutes looking at the details,”driving” up and down the street on Google street view, talking about hot chicken, etc. I don’t really eat chicken, but I could make hot tofu, and PICKLES OMG. I’m still completely obsessed with pickles (fried or not), so that totally works.
Also, yesterday I turned the Google Plus logo pink to match my blog. I’ll stick it on my sidebar eventually, but right now I’m busy planning my move. You should absolutely follow me on Google+.
I’m going to a party in North London tonight, which is good because I’m running out of Beavis & Butt-Head. I’ve watched almost every disc in the three-volume set. My favorite Butt-Head quote from last night, seeing as how I went to school in Indiana:
“You shouldn’t waste your food cuz there’s like, starving people in … Indiana or something.”