krispix

We saw the apartment today, and I loved it. So convenient to the freeway (and thus, work). Local everything, a pool, dishwasher, and not a penny more than what they advertised. But alas, I am distressed. Because, like she always does, Melissa is listening to her cock-bastard of an ex she lives with and is probably going to back out of moving in with me. She pisses and moans about how much she hates where she lives, but once the reality settles in that, YES, it is so possible for her to leave her controlling psychotic boyfriend, she freaks out and listens to him instead of her best friend.

*sigh*

So anyways, I got sloppy drunk on Saturday night and had a grand-old time babbling at Colin about who-knows-what. Them's some good times. Me needs to do that more often.