Time to Move On

Well, the roommate's boyfriend has apparently moved in. I was informed after the fact this weekend, and although I like him, I just think it's getting a bit tight in the townhome. I find myself confining myself in my bedroom more than ever, and there have been a few times when I walk out of the door to see some heavy petting going down across the hallway. It's phenomenally awkward. He also has his own key, garage door opener, and ... enhh. I thought you needed to clear these sorts of things with your roommate before you go ahead and do it. Fockin AYE.

So am I to look for a new roommate? A place of my own to rent? Or do I take the plinge and BUY a townhome out here in suburbia? Holy crap. I miss my own place. I do. The only thing is that, when you buy, you're admitting that you're willingly settling down in one spot. It's kind of like a smoker that buys the single packs and never the cartons, because they plan on quitting the habit after THAT PACK.
Speaking of which- I'm carcinogen-free going on three months now. Whoot me.

A few other choice items:

Shoo's now engaged to his lady, Miss GoodTimeGirl. Congrats on that, you two. I'm buying you guys a giftcard to Newegg.com for the wedding. Easy as pie. Done. Oh, and I expect to see Buddy serve as the ringbearer too. You paid for the obedience school. Let's see you get your money's worth.

Valentine's Day has come and passed. Thank God. I, for one, am not a fan. I made it through...but not without some discomfort. Didn't help matters much that my entire day was completely stressed and I wanted to bite the head off of a chicken. (I couldn't find a chicken, so relax)

I'll be heading back to Springfield the weekend of the 2nd. Mark your calendars. I plan on going out on Saturday and reminding some of you knuckleheads how we do.

Please, please PLEASE stop asking me about my ex-girlfriend from last summer. It's not just you, but seriously, everyone is asking if I will be going out with her again. No. The answer is NO. That bridge isn't just burnt- it's obliviated. Thank you.

Pea Sowt.