It's official!
I am moving! ON UP! Foreals this time!
I am leaving my ghetto squalor for the riches of Buckhead. I know, I can hardly believe it my own self. I'm not a Buckhead type, but this place is a lot closer to my work. And a lot further from the ghetto.
It's a little studio apartment in the basement of a fancypants house across from Chastain Park. It's only got a 2-burner stove and 2 mini fridges, but it has a real bathroom with a tub and everything (the ghetto only has a shower stall--shaving my legs is so fun in there, boy) and it's all utilities, even cable & internet included. I guess I'd better get a damn computer finally. I wasn't in a hurry to get one before because I didn't want Evan looking at all the porn. But whatever, he can look at all the porn he wants without me around.
So yeah, Evan. I told him I was moving and he said we are now broken up. I kind of think he didn't mean it, but if he does I guess I'll live. I was assuming we'd be breaking up eventually, again, anyway, at least this way he thinks he's the winner. I don't think he realizes yet what he's won though. Yay, no more sex! Yay, Matt all the time! Yay, pills without the wench bitching!
I drove up to Chattanooga last night. It's the farthest I've ever driven, especially alone, and in my own car. The way up was hard because it was all dark and I had no idear where I was going. But this morning was simply beautiful, even with all the rain and GA Troopers. The most bizarre thing happened: I of course have no insurance and an expired tag. At one point a state trooper was at the side of the road attempting to catch speeders. The limit was like 70 so I wasn't really going much over that anyway, but he pulled out behind me. I started freaking out, because my tag is oh, 6 months overdue AND is the tag from my Golf (I haven't gotten one for the Beetle, whoops) and I was sure he'd notice since he was right behind me. But after like 3 miles, which felt like, oh, 3 YEARS, he pulled off to the side and just set up camp at another speed trap. I couldn't fucking believe it, but I sure was grateful.
Favorite sign from my trip: Beavers Carpets, right outside Dalton. Hee!
I am leaving my ghetto squalor for the riches of Buckhead. I know, I can hardly believe it my own self. I'm not a Buckhead type, but this place is a lot closer to my work. And a lot further from the ghetto.
It's a little studio apartment in the basement of a fancypants house across from Chastain Park. It's only got a 2-burner stove and 2 mini fridges, but it has a real bathroom with a tub and everything (the ghetto only has a shower stall--shaving my legs is so fun in there, boy) and it's all utilities, even cable & internet included. I guess I'd better get a damn computer finally. I wasn't in a hurry to get one before because I didn't want Evan looking at all the porn. But whatever, he can look at all the porn he wants without me around.
So yeah, Evan. I told him I was moving and he said we are now broken up. I kind of think he didn't mean it, but if he does I guess I'll live. I was assuming we'd be breaking up eventually, again, anyway, at least this way he thinks he's the winner. I don't think he realizes yet what he's won though. Yay, no more sex! Yay, Matt all the time! Yay, pills without the wench bitching!
I drove up to Chattanooga last night. It's the farthest I've ever driven, especially alone, and in my own car. The way up was hard because it was all dark and I had no idear where I was going. But this morning was simply beautiful, even with all the rain and GA Troopers. The most bizarre thing happened: I of course have no insurance and an expired tag. At one point a state trooper was at the side of the road attempting to catch speeders. The limit was like 70 so I wasn't really going much over that anyway, but he pulled out behind me. I started freaking out, because my tag is oh, 6 months overdue AND is the tag from my Golf (I haven't gotten one for the Beetle, whoops) and I was sure he'd notice since he was right behind me. But after like 3 miles, which felt like, oh, 3 YEARS, he pulled off to the side and just set up camp at another speed trap. I couldn't fucking believe it, but I sure was grateful.
Favorite sign from my trip: Beavers Carpets, right outside Dalton. Hee!