Oh, hehrow!
I am watching Just Married with my roommate. I am able to be in the same room as him for extended periods of time without being forced into inane conversations every five seconds. This is remarkable, but not really when you consider that I usually do get along better with male roommates.
What, you say? Roommate? I thought you lived in a fantastic studio all by yourself!
I did. I moved.
I got laid off, too.
Immediately after getting laid off, I decided to move home with my family. I set about finding someone to take over my studio, for which I'd signed a 12-month lease exactly 6 days prior to getting laid off. I found a subtenant, then was offered another job by my former resort, and for a variety of reasons, I changed my mind about going home and took the job, which meant finding a new place to live. I found said new place to live and moved out and in, bopping around between here and home and Boise in between. I started my new job yesterday.
If this sounds fast and furious, it was. I got laid off on November 19th, and everything I just mentioned has happened since then.
There's something else I didn't mention, too, but I'm not ready to mention that yet. I'm pretty sure you can figure out what it is just from that description.
Anyway, yes. Fast and furious life update from the twitter addict. Seriously. @
hybridization. I twitter all the time.
Oh, also, roommate went to bed and did not say goodnight. This literally thrills me, although you may not believe it. Saying goodnight to your roommates every single night seems so awkward to me.