As many of you may still think my life is that of the rich and famous, you may not want to read on for fear of throwing your whole image of me out of whack. Although I may come off as one of wealth, fame, extremetly dashingly handsome and downright sexy good looks, on the last holds true today. I'm not going to go into any sort of description of my apartment, that can be seen in my gallery or quickly explained that I can touch both walls and it's 22 feet long. Moving on, however.
My only chair, aside from a fold-away wooden chair for my computer is a quite colorful beach chair. That is my lounge chair/couch if you will. It is the most recent addition and is the second chair that has occupied my living room area. I did break the other one, it was weak and couldn't handle the batchelor lifestyle.
I believe Tom (the name of my beach chair) may be a little confused as to why he is here. He doesn't have much of a chance of making the trip to the beach, clearly his home, nor will he be used in the park as I don't care to carry a beach chair around the city. A towel, maybe, but not a beach chair. Poor guy has to lay around and get dusty and have some dude (his owner) sit in him while he eats, plays nintendo, or watches television. Not much love here, he his thinking. But he doesn't ever have to worry about sand or the corrosive salt-water and in my opinion gets treated quite well.
Now, this may not sound like luxury to you, but beach chairs are quite nice. Maybe one day I will upgrade to an actual lazy-boy chair or even a couch. Until then, I will be hanging with Tom in the awesome batchelor cell...pad I live in.
