How can I title something, when I don't even have anything noteworthy to say? Which begs the question why am I even blogging? Because I can't think of any good headlines, and I'm sick of checking my Yahoo account to see if I have mail from any new potential roommates.
My current roommate is leaving, and she's really put me in a bind, which ultimately will be good that she is leaving, because she really pisses me off. So far, my roommate fore-runner is some guy who makes fake limbs. I'm thinking that is a little creepy. So, I'm still on the hunt. It shouldn't be that difficult, but it is not a dorm, and the older you get, the harder it becomes to find random strangers to live with you. It's not the Real World. I don't have a huge fish tank, or a pool table. But what I do have is a washer and a dryer, and a dishwasher.
That's just as good, right? Apparently it's not.
C'mon. I'm a nice person. Cheap rent. As for the current roommate, well she's just dumb as a door knob. Oh, the other person who wants to live with me is 58. Isn't that a little odd?
And it feels like late fall, and it's not. Dammit. No pretty fall leaves.