lordpyrate

Hm, here I am on another day off. What will I do today? Well, the internet seems a little slack, so I think I might try something novel and... read... a book. I know, I knowwho does that anymore, but I'm feeling a little anachronistic, so allow me to indulge myself.

I predict that, much like last night, I will also spend a portion of the day downloading music from here. Stupid nostalgia mixed with stupid irony and a stupid urge to dance. If only they weren't so enjoyable...

Two more sleeps until I finally have a fucking bedroom to myself. I am so practically beside myself at the prospect of having a space which is wholly mine; it's something I haven't had since mid-December. I mean, it's not even like I have most of my stuff here or anything, I'd just like to be able to put up some of my postcards and pictures on the walls and to simply have a place where I can be alone without the possibility of someone interrupting my peace and quiet at any given moment. I've gotten downright territorial about the living room in the past couple of weeks. The roommate (who is officially no longer a roommate since I generally give that distinction to people who paid rent this month) will walk in and I will be on the computer and watching TV at the same time and he just sort of looks at me, susses up the situation and leaves again without pressing the point because I think he knows that I'm right on the edge ("Don't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge; I'm tryin' not to lose my head; huh-huh huh huh") and if he tries to force me to watch re-runs of The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air for hours at a stretch like he has done in the past, then I'm liable to snap like a starving dog skulking in a deserted reservoir. I am a Reservoir Dog. I am Mister Jade. Anyway, he's out on Sunday. Aside from that, my living situation's good. Though I'll probably have to take Sunday off work so someone can be here to oversee when he moves out, because my other roommate (the one who pays rent) and I have a bunch of expensive things that we really don't want to see... go missing. Yeah. I'll eat the day's loss in pay if it means that my comic collection doesn't get stolen.

But for today? Relaxation (a bath!) and fun (reading!) and then hot and fun times with cool ladies (or maybe just one!) later on tonight! Yay!

P.S. Apparently the outgoing roommate is leaving tomorrow and the non-deadbeat roommate has the day off tomorrow. So, I don't have to miss any work or be the one who doles out armloads of violence in case anything is attemptedly "liberated." Good.