So, first journal entry here. Will I last? Will I persevere? Or will it become another well-intentioned project to be swiftly swept under the porch like a dead woodchuck? Only time will tell.
I figure today is as good a day as any to begin a journal here, as it feels slightly starchy fresh, like new paper or a raw potato.
You see, I have been living with my best...er..one of my best...er....a good fr...ok, um, a friend, for the past 5 months or so. We were extremely close (unhealthily so, according to many), and living together seemed like a natural step to save money and have fun, so she moved in to my condo with me.
And I have been miserable ever since. I've never been a jealous, mistrustful or possessive person, as a rule, but o, this has been an unhealthy (and unholy) union)., and both of us have become catty, secretive witches. I have had a headache for months on and off.
After we decided that this is Simply Not Working Out (read: if the anthrax I ordered from eBay arrives before she moves out, I may have some serious 'splainin to do), she gave her official notice today, and will be out by the end of the month.
I wonder if I'll be a little lonely, I wonder if I'll be a lot broke, I wonder if in the future I'll miss living with her, I wonder whether we will ever be anywhere near as good friends as we were.
But mostly, I feel very, very relieved. I want to stretch out nude and giddy on my couch, cook strange and exotic-smelling food with no apologies, shower at 4 a.m., and celebrate the lack of shitty music here.
And I wonder if I will become a little more myself, and a little less her, again. Identities can become blurry if you aren't careful.
I also wonder when we are going to find out what the company Christmas bonus will be....please let it be decent. I have credit cards that need paying and an arm that needs tattooing.
Nice to meet you
I figure today is as good a day as any to begin a journal here, as it feels slightly starchy fresh, like new paper or a raw potato.
You see, I have been living with my best...er..one of my best...er....a good fr...ok, um, a friend, for the past 5 months or so. We were extremely close (unhealthily so, according to many), and living together seemed like a natural step to save money and have fun, so she moved in to my condo with me.
And I have been miserable ever since. I've never been a jealous, mistrustful or possessive person, as a rule, but o, this has been an unhealthy (and unholy) union)., and both of us have become catty, secretive witches. I have had a headache for months on and off.
After we decided that this is Simply Not Working Out (read: if the anthrax I ordered from eBay arrives before she moves out, I may have some serious 'splainin to do), she gave her official notice today, and will be out by the end of the month.
I wonder if I'll be a little lonely, I wonder if I'll be a lot broke, I wonder if in the future I'll miss living with her, I wonder whether we will ever be anywhere near as good friends as we were.
But mostly, I feel very, very relieved. I want to stretch out nude and giddy on my couch, cook strange and exotic-smelling food with no apologies, shower at 4 a.m., and celebrate the lack of shitty music here.
And I wonder if I will become a little more myself, and a little less her, again. Identities can become blurry if you aren't careful.
I also wonder when we are going to find out what the company Christmas bonus will be....please let it be decent. I have credit cards that need paying and an arm that needs tattooing.
Nice to meet you
Will you be my friend?
XOX-L