I absolutely hate uncertainty...
Ok, so in August Kevin's dad (our landlord) is moving in with his fiance. Kevin is going to move downstairs to the first floor and take over management of the building.
That leaves Tim, Andy, Mike and myself on the second floor. The third floor is open, and now Tim wants to take that for himself.
That leaves Andy, Mike and myself on the second floor.
I REALLY don't want to live with Andy. He agitates the shit out of me, and all he does is sit around smoking pot.
That shit is NOT going on in my apartment. The last thing I need is to be in my room chillin and have some fucking cops bust in and question me about drugs and shit. EVERYONE who knows me knows I have not touched an illegal drug in my life, and that I have NO desire to do so.
I could handle living with Mike if he got a job and I knew for a fact that he would give me the money for the bills. I am not dealing with unpaying room mates again. That shit is NOT cool.
So here I am, sitting here waiting to see what happens in August. I know I can't afford the place alone, ESPECIALLY in winter.
Plus, what would I do with all that space?
I suppose I could handle living with Andy if he had his own room and he did all his smoking (cigarettes and other) in his room with doors closed...but only if I couldn't find someone else to move in, and I am pretty sure Chris wants to move out of his parent's basement.
If the lease goes into my name, anyone without a job has ONE MONTH to get a job or they are gone. I don't care where they go...as long as it is out.
Call it heartless, whatever.
I suppose we'll see what happens.
I guess I should spend the next two months paying off all my debts, so that if I end up by myself in the place, I won't have to worry about old debts.
Or I could save up for a few months and just LEAVE Connecticut...
and go somewhere else...
-KOS
Ok, so in August Kevin's dad (our landlord) is moving in with his fiance. Kevin is going to move downstairs to the first floor and take over management of the building.
That leaves Tim, Andy, Mike and myself on the second floor. The third floor is open, and now Tim wants to take that for himself.
That leaves Andy, Mike and myself on the second floor.
I REALLY don't want to live with Andy. He agitates the shit out of me, and all he does is sit around smoking pot.
That shit is NOT going on in my apartment. The last thing I need is to be in my room chillin and have some fucking cops bust in and question me about drugs and shit. EVERYONE who knows me knows I have not touched an illegal drug in my life, and that I have NO desire to do so.
I could handle living with Mike if he got a job and I knew for a fact that he would give me the money for the bills. I am not dealing with unpaying room mates again. That shit is NOT cool.
So here I am, sitting here waiting to see what happens in August. I know I can't afford the place alone, ESPECIALLY in winter.
Plus, what would I do with all that space?
I suppose I could handle living with Andy if he had his own room and he did all his smoking (cigarettes and other) in his room with doors closed...but only if I couldn't find someone else to move in, and I am pretty sure Chris wants to move out of his parent's basement.
If the lease goes into my name, anyone without a job has ONE MONTH to get a job or they are gone. I don't care where they go...as long as it is out.
Call it heartless, whatever.
I suppose we'll see what happens.
I guess I should spend the next two months paying off all my debts, so that if I end up by myself in the place, I won't have to worry about old debts.
Or I could save up for a few months and just LEAVE Connecticut...
and go somewhere else...
-KOS