Bug Spray and My Afternoon at the Goulag

[saxicide]

Yesterday John and I made an obligatory visit to my folks.  It was quite a bit more pleasant than usual.  Even though John made us miss our first bus (as always) we still made our connection and got to Oly in time.  The hour and a half we had to spend with Mom and her (wonderful) boyfriend flew by, when normally it crawls after the first 20 minutes

Comments

[sonadora9]

Ugh. Grossness, the filthiness that attracts bugs.

If it were me, I wouldn't tell whoever it was I wasn't renewing a lease with them till it came near enough time to renew that you would need to be signing a lease for another place. At which point in time I would just randomly drop it in conversation, "ooh, I'm moving in a couple months," or whatever.

But I'm pretty passive. I don't know how I would deal with having to tell my apartmentmate that I'm never living with him again (in fact, possibly never living with people of the male variety again, ever, after this experience, unless the person of the male variety who wants to live with me has bought me off with a rather expensive ring and a promise to love and cherish me till the day he dies, amen), which is why I'm kind of grateful for the fact that he plans to leave the state as soon as he's done with school this year.

[saxicide]

I'd live with John again; at least he makes an effort to be cleaner for me, and if it were just him and I, I wouldn't mind cleaning up after him too much. It's him plus the other two that does me in. That and their deadbeatness. (The other two, not John.)