Heh. I have just discovered the benefit of living with two gay men. Porn all around the house.

There are magazines in the living room and Madonna's sex book in the bathroom. It cracks my shit up man.

So yes. I have moved once again. I am now sans roommate, she wanted to stay at the other place, because evidently, she doesn't plan on cooking. Instead she seems to be going on some sort of starvation diet in which she is broke and doesn't eat dinner. v. odd.

My new house belongs to my first cousin once removed. For all y'all not up with your family trees, that makes him my mom's first cousin. I am removed since I am a generation away from him. And him and his boyfriend live there. They have the British Queer as Folk on video and I watched it the other night. Very cool, although not nearly as scandalous as the American version. And the best part was when my cousin came in to make sure I wasn't "too shocked or anything". It was all I could do to not crack the fuck up. Little does he know about this whole fandom thing.

( yet more boring london stuff )