Jan 19, 2008 21:44
So went to my hoppin new place with my dad. Shit. Well... we found six different ways I could die... so that put a damper on my move in date. Met one of my roommates... he's pretty cool. Used to be in the Navy, now in the Merchant Marines... he's 35. He cleared out cabinets in the kitchen for me, and two shelves in the fridge for me. Really nice guy. I'm the baby <3 I'm going back to the house tomorrow to clean it up some more.. Boys are dirty. Guh.
Now I am stuck here, since I got a phone call from Patrick to go out, thinking about what I could be doing instead of typing on LJ waiting for my boyfriend to get off of work. Guitar Hero III lost its luster for the night.
So, what better to do than attack another stalker... and write a letter stating that I want no further contact with them, copy it for records, and mail it certified Monday. Yup. Getting rid of stalkers one by one. It's pretty bad when you get lots of phone calls from unknown numbers daily, and get creepy voicemails.... My boyfriend is now answering my phone when the number doesn't come up as programmed in.