Those of you who have been reading my blog for a while might remember entries bitching about what a miserable fuck my previous roommate was.
Well, I take it back. Nick’s a good guy. I’ve only talked to him once or twice since I moved out, but I don’t think that either one of us misses the other terribly.
The entries I wrote were, of course, skewed to make him sound like a jerk. (It’s my blog. If you wanted Nick’s side of the story, you should know better than to get it from me.) The fact is, I ate his food, drank his drinks, and smoked in the basement despite his asthmatic objections. I was, by no means, fun to live with. This is not to say that he was blameless, however.
I’ve recently come to the conclusion that I simply should not live with anyone, ever. I thought that living with Pedro would be a blast, but anyone who knows me can attest to just how much bitching I do about him.
I’m sure he does the same.
When my lease expires this year, I’m hoping that I’ll be able to afford to get an apartment by myself. It will be really nice not to have to come home to an apartment that reeks of pot all the time.
My blogiversary (November 30) came and went without my noticing. I’ve been blogging for well over a year now. I’m actually surprised that I’ve been writing for so long.