Experiencing my apartment for the past couple of weeks with the idea of you possibly moving in:
prefer being by myself. I like sleeping whenever I want. I like watching TV at all hours. I like all of
my closets filled with my things in whatever way. I like my 1200 square
feet being all my own.
Had you expressed a definite need, I would
have said "Sure, move in!" But, as usual, you were mushy and
noncommittal: "Maybe Doug is dying and can't pay the rent, maybe not."
I cannot stand that kind of bullshit any more. 10 years ago, sure. Not
today. I have a nice job and a nice place. I no longer want Chaos fucking with me.