Well, I did it! After graduating college, I, with my BA in hand, left the Island Paradise of Hawaii to go to. . .
My parent's basement.
Yes, oh dear Bloggernation, I am one of those guys: I literally am a nerd that lives in my parent's basement and works from my computer. Its actually a very good deal: I have been mercifully granted a room without rent (and with WiFi) for a year. Bless you parental units! My family personality island has been activated with happiness and filial gratitude.
Which reminds me. . .
Bloggernation, we need to talk about Bing Bong.
My parental units were in the theatre as I wept, and my madre turns to papi with a look of "this is what we made, honey." All the while I'm in the feeble position in the theatre quietly whispering
"Who’s your friend who likes to play? Bing Bong, Bing Bong…
His rocket makes you yell, “Hooray!” Bing Bong, Bing Bong
Who’s the best in every way…
and wants to sing this song to say, “Bing Bong, Bing Bong!”
*sobbing intensifies*