I’ve been away a long, long time. Ok, probably more like 6 days, but whatever. So because I’ve decided to stop being a poor ass mofo, I subsequently decided to pick up extra shifts this week. That was honestly what took up the bulk of my days. Because of that I haven’t had a moment to write, not to mention, I don’t have a computer at home anymore. About two weeks ago at the ultra-dramatic roommate move out (apparently I slept through the fighting between roommate #1 and roommate #2), all of roommate #1’s furniture was officially seized (which was ALL the furniture) as she is moving in with her boyfriend. I can’t be mad about her taking her own furniture, I mean obviously it’s her property, but I just expected that we would have it until the end of the lease. So now my house is more bare and shabbily decorated than my first place in college. In addition to the furniture she also took her laptop (my lifeline), so now I can rarely connect with my close friends in an entirely impersonal way anymore, boo…It is utterly depressing to come home now, which leads me to my next point.
My roommate may be manic depressive. Long story short, this week he flipped out so severely that I was genuinely concerned that he was going to commit suicide. He’s an admitted alcoholic, and is an extremely closed off with erratic moods. Now he’s letting stress and fear of failing depress him so badly he’s talking about taking sleeping pills and just ending it. The other day when he hadn’t woken up by 2:30 in the afternoon I got so freaked out that I went upstairs to make sure that he wasn’t dead. How awful is that? So right now I’m just trying to be there for him as much as possible, but in reality I don’t really know what I can do.
On a lighter note (not by much), yesterday the condom broke and we didn’t realize it until it was too late, so today I got to go to my friendly neighborhood Planned Parenthood and get some good ol’ emergency contraception. Here’s hoping it works because I am not the mommy type. I’m all down for eating as much ice cream and other crap food as I want for nine months, but babies are not my bag. So I’ll keep you up to date on Fetus Watch ‘08 if you’re at all interested.
…uhh, Good Luck!
um, I already have the red headed flower girl that I wanted. You can stop being preggers now.
I’ve said it once, I’ll say it again-we might have the same life/be almost the same person. Which, if that’s true, be glad because that means you’re not pregnant after all. Again, keep in mind this is all contingent on us being the same entity.
Also, regarding the depressed roommate: do not underestimate his insanity. I did this once and almost got myself and my boyfriend stabbed in our sleep. And yes, I am not joking. Long story short-I WANT YOU TO LIVE.