I’ve moved to a new apartment!

Oh, hey there.
Yeah, it’s me.  I know.  Surprise and stuff.  First, a warning: Do not expect this entry to be a perfect example of my writing prowess — this is just a time-killing post while I wait for my roomie to get home and help me lift this ginormous fucking wardrobe that I built all by my goddamn self.

With that said, have some pictures of some stuff I did recently because I have nothing relevant to say right now and I enjoy writing run on sentences that end in colons leading to pictures:

Here I am surrounded by some of my favorite people in the city (follow them on Twitter: @on3nightstan, @ctz, @warrenprice — I have no idea who that dude in the very back is).  Yes, I know, I am the skinniest person on the goddamn planet, I have no tits and no ass, and the only reason I look semi-tall in this picture is because I have 5 inch heels on.

Also, I am absolutely wasted in this shot after downing quite a few vodka redbulls in celebration of @RichIGN‘s birthday.

It.
Was.
Awesome.

… Moving along.

Here I am being a perfect daughter with Mom and Dad.  No idea why Dad isn’t smiling.  They’ve been in the city two weekends in a row now just visiting and helping me move to my new apartment, stocking my fridge with shittons of groceries, and helping me snag some cheap new furniture from Ikea since I am, of course, vehicle-less.

Aren’t we just adoraaableeee?! @CTZ and I managed to trick quite a few people into thinking we were a couple by setting one of these shots up as my profile picture.  It’s amazing how much gossip a stupid default pic on Facebook can cause, isn’t it?  Don’t be surprised if I start putting up pictures that are designed to feed the trolls.

Here I am looking like a homeless person with my torn jeans and clothing-filled garbage bags.  I was in the process of moving out of my old apartment and decided to take some final pictures in my room before I didn’t have access to it anymore. :3

These are delicious Asian snacks that my parents bought for me while they were visiting.  They also helped me stock up on potato chips which, if you didn’t know, are my absolute weakness! Sour Cream & Onion, BBQ, Cheddar & Sour Cream, Jalapeno, Salt & Vinegar — whatever! I. Fucking. Love. Potato Chips.

Surprise! More camwhoring.  Betcha’ didn’t expect that one.  My ability to bewilder crowds is over level 9,000.

I tried those world-famous Swedish Meatballs from the Ikea Restaurant while I was there with my parents shopping for furniture.  And uh … They really weren’t that great.  Y’all are overreacting when it comes to food rating. *Snub*

Here I am after discovering a new camwhoring angle that makes me look sexier than I really am (dat ass!).  Clearly I had a ball with this one.

This is that wardrobe I built that weighs a million fucking pounds.  I hammered and pieced it together all by myself because, if you haven’t guessed by now, I am amazing.

And more pictures of me just in case you forgot what I look like.

I mean, really, the whole goal of camwhoring is to burn my image into your head so if you spot me on the street, you’ll be like, “OH MY GOD. Are you Cheri?! Are you that blogger?! OHMYGOD. I totally subscribe to your YouTube, like your page on Facebook, and follow you on Twitter! Like ohmygod, take a picture with me, please!!”

But you guys. Lemme’ just ask you something.
Why is it that every time I run into one of you on the street, I ask you to send or tweet me the picture that we took together, and you’re always like, “of course”, but when I check my Twitter and email, I NEVER GET THE PICTURE FROM YOU?!  C’mon people. Stop sucking.  Follow through.  That’s what winners do.

And uhh … Yeah. o_o *Slinks away*

Tired from moving and building shit,
XOXO Cheri XOXO