The Cable Conspiracy

So we’re doing it. Moving in together. Into what can generously be called a cozy one-bedroom apartment in Raleigh that costs more than my mom’s mortgage but whatever, love makes you stupid.

The packing process has been… educational. I thought I had a lot of stuff until I saw Marcus load seventeen boxes labeled “Electronics” into the U-Haul. SEVENTEEN. When I asked what was in them, he said “computer stuff” like that explained anything.

The Cable Conspiracy

I’m starting to think my boyfriend might be running some kind of underground tech operation. Or he’s just a really dedicated hoarder of cables that do mysterious things. Either way, I’ve committed to sharing 600 square feet with this beautiful disaster of a human.

Update: He just found a cable he “definitely needs” that connects things I’ve never heard of. I’m in too deep to turn back now.