I’m home finally. It’s so good to be home.  I love my apartment.  It’s one of the few things I do love about Dallas.  It’s big, for a one bedroom—900 sq ft. It’s got a fireplace and all the appliances. I’ve got a balcony, a walk-in closet and central heat and air.  And best of all, it’s got the big, oval roman soaking tub in the bathroom.  I love my apartment because it’s mine, along with everything in it. I can sit naked on my sofa and eat rocky road right out of the pint, watching The Bachelorette, if I want to.  If I want to stay up until 5am and dick around on the internet, there’s no one to say I can’t.  You’d think at 29, I’d be over the whole “this is MY apartment” thing.  But, I’m not.  There is a certain satisfaction in knowing that it belongs to you. It may not be a house, but it’s yours, to an extent.  Well, that and the fact that in Texas I’m only paying $670/mo for it. Heh.

What’s up with all the buffalo lately?  I’ve noticed buffalo are the “in animal” this season.  Firstly, there’s that commercial for wireless phones or whatever and the kids are on the bus in different seats and the girl gets a text message saying “I Spy Something with the Letter B”.  This next part is the best. She looks up in front of her, to the left all over the bus and then looks out the window to her right to the massive herd of buffalo stampeding by, right there, just a few feet from the bus.  How the hell did she miss that on the first pass? 

Then there’s that one for Levis Hard Jeans or whatever they’re called.  The two stiff denim-clad emaciated stick figures feel the rumble of the stampede of gigantic grey buffalo before they see them.  Hell, that could have been a kid riding by on a bike, they were so thin.  Anyway, they finally see the stampede coming right for them and then they clasp hands, making Munch-like orgasm faces while these immense silver CGI buffalo are “parting for them”. What a rush, right? 

And that makes me want to buy their jeans, why?