As you can see from the totally undoctored photo above, I have an awesome roommate. Every day is an amazing adventure involving journeys into wild frontiers where we battle laser-shooting aliens or bears or zombies or zombie alien bears with eye lasers…you get the point. My roommate is cool and I’d be hard pressed to think of anyone else, with whom I could maintain such comfortable living arrangement. Sure, sometimes I get exploded in the process (and yes, I just wrote that I “get exploded”…shut up) but that’s a small price to pay, I suppose. Lately (and by lately, I mean for like the past 6 months), we have been toying with the idea of re-doing our living room. It’s not exactly as exciting as space battles, but equally necessary nonetheless. We have a serious lack of seating, which sometimes hinders our capabilities for hosting events. Events like parties. I want to have a party so bad, but I’m on “Party-Verbot” until we get a new sofa. ( Click Below for More ) Though the solution to