My New "Bro" Pad...Hey, I Should Market That...

I'm not homeless anymore! Gangster Tom and I were able to get our own bro-pad. We can't technically call it a bachelor pad considering: a) I don't own a penis but I can be "bro-ish" at times (ahem, fist-bumps anyone?) and b) I'm not single (Hi Crow!). Still, we got a great deal with a nice landlord (who is barely older than we are) and since it's just the two of us - no weird roommates.

Like any living situation, there are pros and cons:

Pros:

• Two blocks from the beach
• Quiet neighborhood
• 10 minutes from Charlie!
• Room to cook (I make amazing cookies and candies - you just don't know man!)
• The L-Taraval stops right in front of our place
• Free cable and washer/dryer access

I can't promise this won't happen to one of us....

Cons:

• In the middle of nowhere (45 minutes to get downtown and to the Crow)
• We don't really have a living room but there's some counter space for you to sit on. *sigh* I guess we'll have to get bean bag chairs.
• Old Chinese lady living upstairs means Quiet!
• We live too damn close to the zoo. Yeah, THAT ZOO!

So, do I punch it in the face like you would with sharks?

So while my "homeless" adventure is over for now, I also have to confront the fact that I'm damn near 30 and still living with a roommate (even though we are going to have more fun than any nerds should). But it's like I always say: I'd rather be a bum in one of the most exciting cities on Earth than be a queen of a castle in the middle of nowhere. Livin' the dream gang, livin' the dream...

What's your best / worst living experience? No seriously, let me know in the comments.