What do you mean we weren't "just playing" cardboard houses?

Someone is taking my bed?

I'm going where??

You mean we're NOT moving to a box in the living room??

....the college girl got a what???

But happy bunny said....

Cardboard Box: The Home Edition

I'm in a box! Ooooooooooooh! Am I totally scary right now? Can I successfully scare the pants off a cat?

Do you think I'm random?

Well maybe YOU try living in this thing.

Yes. I'm STILL trying to get comfortable here!

And despite what she says, I have sooo NOT been sleeping on a big comfy bed...definitely sleeping in the box. 

Yup......in the box...all day and all night...reading and stuff......practicing my "struggling panda fresh out of college" gig.......gearing up for the real world...that's me!

Oh! Well hello there!

Just little responsible me......becoming friends...with the box. 

The Box: Day 2

In the midst of this new living situation, I have decided to review some basic economics.

Apparently, if I find an ocean of money I can be gangster and acquire a funny little hat. 

Grandmother always did say that the funny little hat is key to your social status. 

Then again, Grandmother was British. 

Oh the subtleties of the rich and the sophisticated....the college girl may never come to know. 

The box. Has arrived.

I woke up this evening to a cardboard box in my living room. It just sat there...ugly...cardboardy...staring at me.

I immediately knew what this meant....

...time to start getting comfortable.

So what's the prospective jail time for cute little pandas that rob banks? Keep in mind the key words here...CUTE and PANDA.

Just sayin'.....