That is a sweet house. I'll take it.

We're pretending we're looking for a house, and we're pretending I'm not a journalist and he's not a record-store employee. We're multi-millionaires with no jobs. It's a rough life, but it's gotta be someone's daydream.

This is the house we found. I don't think it's too much to ask. I mean, in like ... uh, eight years we'll have enough to make the downpayment.*

(*I don't really know about that math.)

But, seriously, who needs a house that big? Secondly, can I move in? I'm pretty sure no one would even notice me for a few months. Holy cow.