The End of an Era
Both of my roommates are probably moving out in September, which kind of sucks. We've had some good times together, and they are reliable and not crazy. We used to be closer, and although we've drifted apart a bit, I will still miss living with them. Plus, it's a pain in the ass to have to look for one roommate, not to mention two. Ugh. A couple of years ago, I said that I could never imagine living alone because I like the companionship of roommates. While I'm not dying to have my own place, at this point, if I could afford to live alone, I probably would. Right now, my plan is to stick it out for another year or so and then hopefully try to buy a place. I better stock up on Ramen noodles!
Foiling my plans to save money is Johnnie D's apparent new policy of not giving out free pizza to people who order "the cheapest draft." That means you, wldrpretnd. Sorry, Johnnie D, spending six bucks on a drink defeats the purpose of "free pizza."
We're supposed to be getting raises soon, but I'm sure they will be pitiful and won't even make up for the cost-of-living increase. I generally like my neighborhood, but with the rats, the domestic disputes, and the lack of trees, it's not completely ideal. I arrived home last night to witness (and nearly get in the middle of -- I was just trying to lock up my bike in the backyard!) my crazy downstairs neighbor coming home with a new guy to find her ex-boyfriend waiting for her in the driveway. The ex, who is actually a pretty good guy despite reportedly having a drug problem, was really upset and calling her a whore and saying, "You're really scraping the bottom of the barrel now, R____." In H's defense, the new guy was pretty heinous looking.