Unfortunately I only got to hang with Jeb one night. It was, of course, awesome. We get along so well it is sickening really. I miss him like whoa & it really does suck that I don't get to see him more often. Sure, we talk all the time via text, but it just isn't the same. I adore being able to punch the bastard when he makes a particularly smartass comment. It is done out of love, I assure you.
At any rate something very, very interesting came up (minds out of the gutter people!) during our bar trip. After discussing the shitty states of our employer subsidized health insurance he queried as to when my lease was up. Even though I found the question odd I answered it without hesitation. I seem to do a lot of things without hesitation where he is concerned now that I think about it. Anyway, I answered the question which was immediately followed by another one. He asked if I had decided to move out there. Funny, I don't remember telling him it was on the list. Maybe I did. There is always beer involved with us. We then began discussing options & the expensive nature of renting an apartment in the area.
At that point he suggested that I find a roommate. Yeah, right. I'm not going to live with some potential psycho that I don't know in the least. I would rather live on my own & pay double to ensure my safety. I voiced these concerns. That's when the bomb dropped & I, dear reader, damn near shat myself while sitting in a hole-in-the-wall bar at the beach. He informed me that his roommate would be vacating & I could have the room if I wanted it. Say what?! Holy fuck me in the ass Batman!
So now I have too much to think about. Really. How can I possibly pass this up? It solves one of my major concerns, living on my own. I would have a Sasquatchian motherfucker as a roommate. That would be awesome & I would be less apprehensive about being away from everyone. It would help with the monetary portion of the program as I certainly would not be paying as much in rent. I know that we get along so that isn't an issue. Sure, we'll fight, but then there will be booze & all will once again be right with the world. So, basically, I have no excuse now. I have about nine months to get my shit in order & tell the current roommate he is on his own when the lease is up.
Now the over thinking and freaking out begins. That being said, be sure to pull up a seat & bring a snack, this is going to be an interesting year. Just like I wanted, but totally wasn't prepared for.
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