managed to find myself an apartment in glasgow’s merchant city. its probably nicer than i need and could very well break the bank but fuck it you only live (in glasgow) once. its a proper one bedroom too, so anyone who wants to come and visit i can promise you a couch in the ‘lounge’ (oooo, loounge). the best part is definetely the kitchen—i even brought my own cooking knife from home. the only downside: terrible curtains…

holler at ur boi

ps. real estate agents in this country suck.