Posts Tagged 'roommates'

CSGL – Enough with the Allusions

OK, I know I’ve mentioned in at least two blog posts that there were changes a comin’ to my life.   Well, here’s the big reveal – I moved . . . . again.

Yes, that would make the fifth move in four years.

Yes, I am crazy.

So, I am once again living with roommates.   No more pantsless-ness . . . well, unless I’m in my own room.

There are several reasons why this is way better –

  1. No more sleeping with a baseball bat to fend off things that go bump in the night.
  2. No more sleeping mere feet from drug dealers and prostitutes who are only separated from me by a thin piece of glass.
  3. No more sinking suspicions that my room is going to become an inescapable vortex which I will never be able to free myself from the very next time I close myself in it.  (Yes, that is a real fear that came over me while I was sitting home alone one night.)
  4. No more leaving the TV on 20 hours/day just to keep me company.
  5. I live in a house now.  A whole house.  Multiple rooms.  Living room, kitchen, bedroom, etc.  All separated by walls.   It’s astonishing.
  6. I have an instant social life.  (Just add beer.)
  7. I live with a cat now.
  8. I am living with some of the coolest folks, friends I’ve known for years, who I really truly love and respect.

So, there you have it.  Now you know why I have been taking my damn time posting up pictures from my holiday.  I couldn’t find my laptop in the boxes.  I’m slowly digging out from the pile, though.   Hopefully I’ll develop a routine for this new life.   (For example, I went to the gym this morning before work.   Damn that’s weird.)

I think it just was about time to shake it all up all over again.   So I did.

Just sayin’.

It’s All CD’s Fault

I’ve been thinking a lot about my life, and about happiness.  I don’t think that I’m an unhappy person, but I think that I am a sensitive person who feels things very deeply.   So when some upsetting things happen, it often takes a while for me to get over them.

I was sitting last night, and I was thinking about how tough the last few years have been.  I don’t think I’ve handled it all that poorly, considering it all.  It is what it is, and I deal with it.

I was also thinking about the things that made me happy during all the tough times.   I think the happiest I’ve been was when I was first living on Treasure Island.    I had the two best roommates I ever had, MC and CD.  I was a stranger when I moved in with them, but I think I got to be a part of their little clan very quickly.  We truly were mates.    We laughed, played, and drank, but also argued till we were blue in the face, and it was wonderful.  Even when they were being totally annoying, they didn’t really bother me.

I know that if I were still with them today, they’d drag me out of my room, make me drink half my weight in cheap beer, and beat me at darts.    Of course, I can’t go back to them.  Everything changed the day that CD left to go back to school to get his masters.   Now he’s in Iowa.   MC moved in with his girlfriend.  And I moved on, to unpleasant results.

So  you see, it’s all CDs fault.  If he’d never gone back to school, none of this would have happened!   I’m kidding, of course.    I’m happy for him.  I’m happy for MC.   And someday soon, I’ll be happy for my damn self.

Just sayin’.

Wings

Confession: When I clean around the apartment, I wear fairy wings.   It seems only right, because I think thats how the dudes think it gets done.   They must think that a little fairy comes in when they’re sleeping and scrubs the bathtub and mops the floor.   I know they’re not doing it, they know they’re not doing it, and they’re not thanking me, so they must not think that I have been busting tail.   It must be the housework fairy.   Well, this housework fairy is tired, sweaty, and all I want is a cold beer.   The really said thing is, I mopped myself out of the kitchen, and I can’t get to the fridge.

And even if I could get in there, the only thing in the fridge is one of the dude’s Keystone Lights.

Hrrmppph.

Current mood: thirsty

Home Alone

Sometimes, being home all by myself isn’t so bad.   Sometimes, I can’t stand it.   I can’t really explain what the difference is, but there are times that I just can’t stand the quiet.  And sometimes, I wish these dudes would just shut up.   I think it has a lot to do with who’s around.    I don’t mind Cliffy.   Soula is all right.   But the other one, he kind of bugs.


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