First Impressions

I find myself in a strange place that looks vaguely familiar. I think it’s called a “living room.” Someone was even kind enough to leave a pretty bitchin’ computer behind (except I had to hook the damn thing up). Whoever lives here seems to fancy himself some kind of swinging bachelor. I mean, you should see these floors. They totally scream urban-thirtysomething-going-to-great-lengths-to-impress-the- very-occasional-female-visitor.
What a poseur.