This place? Nothing positive. OK, I want to say something positive. It's positively a dump.
There's nothing worse than coming home to a room that looks like a catalog.
No trick or treaters came to my house for Halloween. For some reason, people around here are scared of me.
I don't remember anyone who could stand being in my company for more than five hours without running into the street.
I don't get people who want to live in a showroom.
Yokohama does not improve on further acquaintance. It has a dead-alive look. It has irregularity without picturesqueness, and the grey sky, grey sea, grey houses, and grey roofs, look harmoniously dull.
We got to his place and it looked a lot like his personality. Just a bunch of space filler, nothing to really wow you. It looked like he had bought a lot of stuff from IKEA and then decided to refinish it at home. Everything was neat and tidy, but you wouldn't want any of it for yourself.
I'm not clean or even vaguely pleasant to be around in a domestic situation.
I don't like the sterility of the casting office.
