Monday, September 25, 2006

Done

Among the many things that I have had enough of/with lately, my living situation is one of them. Don't get me wrong, I love the apartment and may consider selling my soul to live here alone. If that could happen one hour from now it wouldn't be soon enough.

Is there a statute of limitations on how long you can tolerate a roommate, or is it just cause I attract the mentally/emotionally/responsibility challenged ones?

Yeah, I'm picky, and so I thought living with one who is "neat" (note that neat doesn't imply cleanliness or that there is a lack of smelliness) would make life easier, but as it turns out in this case it doesn't. Melissa, I'd take your messiness (all over, not just in your room!) and mental/emotional stability and the fact that you come with logic over neatness anyday.

I miss the Melissa days.

Due to my oh-so-considerate roommate's actions/mental problems, I'm out of a place to live in February. Yep, a whole 2.5 months before I'm done with grad school. Wonderful timing, isn't it?

Who wants a visitor?



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