kicked in the gut
I did start writing a post about my weekend.
But now I'm a little distracted.
11:30pm last night.
Roomie: M, we need to talk about the apartment. It's just not working out for me. We clean differently. I love you as a friend and I want you in my life, but...
M: are you kicking me out?
Roomie: I guess I am.
Warning? No. List of things-that-if-you-don't-pay-attention-to-I'm-going-to-go-nuts? No. Just a "get the hell out."
I'm fucking homeless again.
Again.
But now I'm a little distracted.
11:30pm last night.
Roomie: M, we need to talk about the apartment. It's just not working out for me. We clean differently. I love you as a friend and I want you in my life, but...
M: are you kicking me out?
Roomie: I guess I am.
Warning? No. List of things-that-if-you-don't-pay-attention-to-I'm-going-to-go-nuts? No. Just a "get the hell out."
I'm fucking homeless again.
Again.
posted by M at 3:22 AM
4 Comments:
Hot damn, dude.
You can come live with me. We don't like cats either.
Merde alors!
What does she mean you clean differently?
Isn't she giving you a "préavis"?
Fitèna
And to think that you took care of her cat! She's the one, ain't she!? No gratitude!
Fitèna
Is rommie at least giving you time to look for a new place?
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