I went saw Rogue, went to the beach (burnt my legs, boo!) and met friends for drinks and laughs on Saturday.
New bed arrived on Saturday at 6am, glad I did not go out on Friday, so I battled my old nemesis the Ikea bed for a good hour dismantling it. Before setting up the new one in 15 mins. It is so liberating to have a bed that does not threaten to swallow you, so I have been rolling all over my new “love sled” screaming at my flatmates “Loook at me, it does not break! Lookkk! Your not Loooking!!??”
One of my current flatmates seems to have an aversion to leaving the house, she is either in her room or in front of the TV. It’s getting a bit tiresome having her stomp about while I am watching the TV waiting for me to go to bed, so she can watch home shopping or some crap. It’s so tiresome, why do I get such extremes in flatmates, it’s either a complete shut-in or a totally insane crack addict. Is there no middle ground in flatmates? I am over reaching here, I have had a lot of middle ground flatties. As is the other current one. But it seems the more you know what type of people you need to live with to be happy, the more you seem to get the ones that are total opposites.
I had to walk away from her to save from laughing when “shut-in” told me that she would spend Saturday night home for a “quiet one”, was so close to replying “oh why, cause last night was all threesomes, coke and vomit stained sheets huh?”. Don’t get me wrong, we all have quiet nights and need to cocoon. But not every night of every week and including spending all day on a beautiful early summer weekend, sitting in your room reading a book every damn weekend! I am a 100% serious here too. This is frustrating because I specifically advertised for someone that “Did not mope about the house all the time”…shits me.
I think its time to get my own place. The bank has been stalking me ever since I paid off my credit card. I get feverish calls at 2am from some over excited man asking me why I want to shut down my credit card “Why??!” and then offering me a home loan anytime I need it. It’s like walking out of rehab to be confronted by dealers waiting for you to breath or speak then throwing drugs your open mouth. That being said I have been sniffing about for an apartment in Poofs Point and the related neighborhoods.
I am off on holiday in a month! Can’t fucking wait. Sorry about the potty mouth today.
One of my current flatmates seems to have an aversion to leaving the house, she is either in her room or in front of the TV. It’s getting a bit tiresome having her stomp about while I am watching the TV waiting for me to go to bed, so she can watch home shopping or some crap. It’s so tiresome, why do I get such extremes in flatmates, it’s either a complete shut-in or a totally insane crack addict. Is there no middle ground in flatmates? I am over reaching here, I have had a lot of middle ground flatties. As is the other current one. But it seems the more you know what type of people you need to live with to be happy, the more you seem to get the ones that are total opposites.I had to walk away from her to save from laughing when “shut-in” told me that she would spend Saturday night home for a “quiet one”, was so close to replying “oh why, cause last night was all threesomes, coke and vomit stained sheets huh?”. Don’t get me wrong, we all have quiet nights and need to cocoon. But not every night of every week and including spending all day on a beautiful early summer weekend, sitting in your room reading a book every damn weekend! I am a 100% serious here too. This is frustrating because I specifically advertised for someone that “Did not mope about the house all the time”…shits me.
I think its time to get my own place. The bank has been stalking me ever since I paid off my credit card. I get feverish calls at 2am from some over excited man asking me why I want to shut down my credit card “Why??!” and then offering me a home loan anytime I need it. It’s like walking out of rehab to be confronted by dealers waiting for you to breath or speak then throwing drugs your open mouth. That being said I have been sniffing about for an apartment in Poofs Point and the related neighborhoods.
I am off on holiday in a month! Can’t fucking wait. Sorry about the potty mouth today.
