I'm now living in a nice old neighborhood about 2 miles from downtown houston. This place was the outskirts of houston back in the days when people built houses with integrity and let the trees that weren't directly in the way stay there for shade. It's a gorgeous neighborhood, very inspiring and scenic. I've been having good times here as I always have wanted to, riding my bike and spending time with old buildings and in parks etc. I work at an upscale bakery in the neighborhood and deal with rich moms and business people and give them really fattening (but orgasmicly delicious) cupcakes.
My apartment is awesome and THIS PLACE IS ACTUALLY TWO BEDROOM *gasp*. I have my very own room, and the living room is an actual living room with not one, BUT TWO couches. TWO COUCHES. I feel like a queen.
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