Got the keys to my new apt yesterday. Spent the day there, picking things up for it, and just hanging out with my friend. Took a load of my stuff in last night. I'm so excited, as of tomorrow I will be officially living there. I'm really excited about this because it's been over a year since I've lived on my own and exactly 3 months since I started couch surfing. I'm looking forward to having privacy again, being able to sleep and walk around naked without having to worry about anyone getting up early or walking in on me and basically just having my own space again!
So my dad is being a grouchy old fuck about the whole thing. Plans on being there by 9am and heading home by noon(ya right). John was supposed to come up with my father tomorrow morning and stay until Monday but has now informed me he has to go back on Sunday because his room mate is going away to an archery tournament and didn't bother asking John what his plans were, just assumed he'd be there to take care of the guys dogs this weekend. They're not John's fucking dogs, in my opinion he should have told his room mate "sry I have plans" As far as I'm concerned the dogs are not John's responsibility. If you are going to own a pet, especially a dog or dogs as the case may be, you better fucking well be prepared to take care of them and not count on others to give up or change their plans to accommodate yours. And that's just the tip of the ice berg where John's room mate is concerned, I could go on for days about him. Nice guy he is but ya.........I won't get started.
So my dad is being a grouchy old fuck about the whole thing. Plans on being there by 9am and heading home by noon(ya right). John was supposed to come up with my father tomorrow morning and stay until Monday but has now informed me he has to go back on Sunday because his room mate is going away to an archery tournament and didn't bother asking John what his plans were, just assumed he'd be there to take care of the guys dogs this weekend. They're not John's fucking dogs, in my opinion he should have told his room mate "sry I have plans" As far as I'm concerned the dogs are not John's responsibility. If you are going to own a pet, especially a dog or dogs as the case may be, you better fucking well be prepared to take care of them and not count on others to give up or change their plans to accommodate yours. And that's just the tip of the ice berg where John's room mate is concerned, I could go on for days about him. Nice guy he is but ya.........I won't get started.