Mar 31, 2005 14:24
I pretty much have to tell James he can't stay at my house anymore. I actually feel pretty bad about it. Even though we never hang out together or anything anymore, and as much as I hate outsiders knowing my business and everything that goes on in my home... I still don't like displacing the guy. I know how much he dreads going back to his folks' house, even temporarily. But it's something I have to do. Because my friend Jared offered to pay twice what James is paying. And I'd be able to have the master bedroom and my own bathrom again. Plus Jared said he wouldn't need space anywhere else in the house, just his one room. On top of having more money, more space, and more privacy... I think it would also be better for the house chemistry, so to speak. He, Keith and I all get along and go out together. He wouldn't bust my balls about my smoking, because he smokes too. And he doesn't mind the occasional "loud" music.
I know James is gonna hate me forever. He's honestly one of the only persons out of that whole group of people I used to hang out with that I still wouldn't want to hate me... but it has to be done. I can't let the last lingering remains of loyalty I have to an old friend, out-weigh... peace and serenity in the household, more privacy, more money, more space, and more freedom without guilt.
Apparently, Keith already told Chelsea my decision, which kinda sucks because I wanted to talk to James about it in person... But next time I see James, I'm gonna have "the talk".