Sunday, April 29, 2018

To a possible roommate:

Experiencing my apartment for the past couple of weeks with the idea of you possibly moving in:

I 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.

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