This is why I'm so anxious to get this project done so I can move out:
I wake up this morning take a shower, and go downstairs to get some clothes from the laundry room, to find one of my roommates urinating in the wash basin. "Oh hey Henry, just using the urinal.".
I don't care if people drink my beer or liquour, but if you drink all of my soda, or water, or gatorade, I'll be fairly upset.
Our next door neighbors hate us because of the noise from one of my roommates. We live in a quiet neighbourhood filled with rich old people and our shitty eyesore rental house.
My rooms too small. I've aquired a lot of things after living in the same house for 4 years.
For the most part I like living with these guys. It makes for good writing, and they're good guys. I'm no saint in my own right. When ever I am home, I keep the radio on all night, but at a low volume.
Back in April, I was supposed to move into my first place alone. But that got screwed up with me losing my job. It was an awesome place that I signed the lease for. It was in Capitol Hill, with a view of the space nedle, easy access to grocery stores, bars, uni, and the comedy clubs. Double the rent, but more convenient , and fun. I wanted to be living up there for pride, and the block party, but now it looks like I won't make it up there until october or november, if I can get this project done by then. On paper, it looks like it will happen.
Someone asked me what has made me sad recently and I responded nothing. I can still say nothing has. The way I see it, I am the luckiest son of a bitch thats ever walked this planet, or at leat the streets of Seattle. I make a little more than I was before and I don't have to deal with crackheads, or death threats, or smelly rednecks, or gang bangers. I was a BARTENDER and I delt with that through my last years of uni!!!! By August I won't have to do manual labour ever again.
Anyway I'm drunk, and I felt like rambling. I can't wait to see this in a year, and I'll laugh harderthan I am right now. Must sleep now good night.
I wake up this morning take a shower, and go downstairs to get some clothes from the laundry room, to find one of my roommates urinating in the wash basin. "Oh hey Henry, just using the urinal.".
I don't care if people drink my beer or liquour, but if you drink all of my soda, or water, or gatorade, I'll be fairly upset.
Our next door neighbors hate us because of the noise from one of my roommates. We live in a quiet neighbourhood filled with rich old people and our shitty eyesore rental house.
My rooms too small. I've aquired a lot of things after living in the same house for 4 years.
For the most part I like living with these guys. It makes for good writing, and they're good guys. I'm no saint in my own right. When ever I am home, I keep the radio on all night, but at a low volume.
Back in April, I was supposed to move into my first place alone. But that got screwed up with me losing my job. It was an awesome place that I signed the lease for. It was in Capitol Hill, with a view of the space nedle, easy access to grocery stores, bars, uni, and the comedy clubs. Double the rent, but more convenient , and fun. I wanted to be living up there for pride, and the block party, but now it looks like I won't make it up there until october or november, if I can get this project done by then. On paper, it looks like it will happen.
Someone asked me what has made me sad recently and I responded nothing. I can still say nothing has. The way I see it, I am the luckiest son of a bitch thats ever walked this planet, or at leat the streets of Seattle. I make a little more than I was before and I don't have to deal with crackheads, or death threats, or smelly rednecks, or gang bangers. I was a BARTENDER and I delt with that through my last years of uni!!!! By August I won't have to do manual labour ever again.
Anyway I'm drunk, and I felt like rambling. I can't wait to see this in a year, and I'll laugh harderthan I am right now. Must sleep now good night.