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Creeping Nightshade/Aurora Calling
Jun. 5th, 2002 05:59 am
Hey there, all...
It's been a pretty...very...rough few days.
Ryngs mentioned this in his LiveJournal, and I guess it's my turn to spazz about it, since it's such a big thing for me. Let me see if I can't...explain this properly.
Ryngs has been my roommate for two years now; we get along great, mainly because we're so much alike. We're both messy slobs who have our heads stuck in the clouds quite a bit (though Ryngs will *claim* he's more grounded in reality, his ridiculous obsession with love...erm, astrology will be the death of him yet. He'll waste his life away at the Moulin Rouge with a fortune teller!!), and we're very irresponsible when it comes to the practical things of life. Bills? Pshaw. This book is cooler; I can catch the bills up later. ;) He's my best friend, and I think we understand each other better than anyone else.
Joey is my roommate, and ex-boyfriend. He came down to be with me a little over a year ago. Despite the fact that we're *vastly* different, and well, exes, we get along pretty good. :) We like to make fun of each other for being too anal or too fanciful, respectively. Though I talk shit to him, he's got a very good work ethic and he...well, gets things done. he's only a little older than I am, but he's got everything I could want. He's got his shit together. :) I really respect him, and I care for him a great deal.
Well, Joey is tired of living here. Truthfully, we live in a shithole. Our door doesn't have a working latch...we can bolt it from the inside or outside, but nothing that uses a key. Our 'kitchen' sink drains into a five-gallon bucket that gets really rank once every six weeks. We have so many holes in our ceilings, walls, windows and door that any heating or air conditioning is virtually wasted to the outside. The foundation's rotted, ants have infested the place time and time again, and we've got our own ecosystem here. :)
I'm making it out to be worse than it is; I actually...love this place. It's so...different, it's got it's own personality, and it's like the house itself is a fourth roommate that eats our things, drips on our clothes, or coughs up an extra $20 when we least expect it. It's not stable, it's not...standard, but that's part of its charm. We have to move, but I'm really going to miss this place when I do.
Anyway, Joey found a really nice place; a 4-bedroom apartment with 2 bathrooms, a huge living room, working kitchen with fridge, dishwasher, electric stove and garbage disposal, a washer/dryer combo and optional garage for $680/mo, no utilities. If four of us lived there, we'd all pay about $250 - 300/mo each, depending on utilities. It was an excellent deal!
We decided that this would be the place we'd move into. We talked to the landlord about noise, and children, and neighbours and everything...we tried to make sure Odis would have the best possible space, to make him more inclined to go along with us. He has...a phobia of apartments because of a few bad experiences with previous roommates, and had vowed never to live in one again. So, we wanted to make this apartment as *special* as possible for him to go along with us.
Joey did a lot of the rangling; I reminded Joey what he needed to rangle for. ;) We eventually got a place that was the ideal in that apartment complex; a third-floor four-bedroom with three outside walls.
We pitched the proposal to Ryngs, and he agreed. He wanted to take a look at the place before deciding, but the next available apartment for viewing wouldn't be available until June 1st. If he agreed, we had to be out of there by June 5th. That left us with somewhat of a small window, but we could swing it.
Unbeknownst to us, Ryngs had been plagued with dreams and visions and gut feelings that this move wasn't right. He had been hiding it up until a point where he just...exploded about it on Saturday. After...recalibrating himself, he decided that moving in was a bad idea...which is understandable. He and Joey in close quarters would be...well, conflicting to say the least. They like each other, but Ryngs and Joey are both pretty aggressive about the way they want to keep things. I could see why he wouldn't want to be in that situation.
The thing is, though, that left me in a very, very bad position. Neither of them really has the money to swing it alone, and I had to choose between staying with Ryngs or leaving with Joey. As I care for them both very much....it was really hard to make the decision. It's caused me no end to stress this week, and while I'm...confident about the decision I eventually made, it really hurts me to hurt another roommate and friend like that. I never like being in a position where I *have* to screw someone over. :(
Joey's hurting right now, and while there's a lot more to the story I'm not telling (and don't think I should air out here), I feel a lot of it has to do with, well...the situation. Isn't it a burn? I'm just really, really sorry for everything.
This is...the hardest thing I've had to do in a very long time.
In the meantime, I managed to worry myself sick, literally. I've gotten a pretty bad cold, bad enough for me to have to call into work yesterday, and just in time for HGP. :/ I guess there's nothing to do now but put our nose to the grindstone, do what we've gotta and let this bump smooth over with time.
It's been a pretty...very...rough few days.
Ryngs mentioned this in his LiveJournal, and I guess it's my turn to spazz about it, since it's such a big thing for me. Let me see if I can't...explain this properly.
Ryngs has been my roommate for two years now; we get along great, mainly because we're so much alike. We're both messy slobs who have our heads stuck in the clouds quite a bit (though Ryngs will *claim* he's more grounded in reality, his ridiculous obsession with love...erm, astrology will be the death of him yet. He'll waste his life away at the Moulin Rouge with a fortune teller!!), and we're very irresponsible when it comes to the practical things of life. Bills? Pshaw. This book is cooler; I can catch the bills up later. ;) He's my best friend, and I think we understand each other better than anyone else.
Joey is my roommate, and ex-boyfriend. He came down to be with me a little over a year ago. Despite the fact that we're *vastly* different, and well, exes, we get along pretty good. :) We like to make fun of each other for being too anal or too fanciful, respectively. Though I talk shit to him, he's got a very good work ethic and he...well, gets things done. he's only a little older than I am, but he's got everything I could want. He's got his shit together. :) I really respect him, and I care for him a great deal.
Well, Joey is tired of living here. Truthfully, we live in a shithole. Our door doesn't have a working latch...we can bolt it from the inside or outside, but nothing that uses a key. Our 'kitchen' sink drains into a five-gallon bucket that gets really rank once every six weeks. We have so many holes in our ceilings, walls, windows and door that any heating or air conditioning is virtually wasted to the outside. The foundation's rotted, ants have infested the place time and time again, and we've got our own ecosystem here. :)
I'm making it out to be worse than it is; I actually...love this place. It's so...different, it's got it's own personality, and it's like the house itself is a fourth roommate that eats our things, drips on our clothes, or coughs up an extra $20 when we least expect it. It's not stable, it's not...standard, but that's part of its charm. We have to move, but I'm really going to miss this place when I do.
Anyway, Joey found a really nice place; a 4-bedroom apartment with 2 bathrooms, a huge living room, working kitchen with fridge, dishwasher, electric stove and garbage disposal, a washer/dryer combo and optional garage for $680/mo, no utilities. If four of us lived there, we'd all pay about $250 - 300/mo each, depending on utilities. It was an excellent deal!
We decided that this would be the place we'd move into. We talked to the landlord about noise, and children, and neighbours and everything...we tried to make sure Odis would have the best possible space, to make him more inclined to go along with us. He has...a phobia of apartments because of a few bad experiences with previous roommates, and had vowed never to live in one again. So, we wanted to make this apartment as *special* as possible for him to go along with us.
Joey did a lot of the rangling; I reminded Joey what he needed to rangle for. ;) We eventually got a place that was the ideal in that apartment complex; a third-floor four-bedroom with three outside walls.
We pitched the proposal to Ryngs, and he agreed. He wanted to take a look at the place before deciding, but the next available apartment for viewing wouldn't be available until June 1st. If he agreed, we had to be out of there by June 5th. That left us with somewhat of a small window, but we could swing it.
Unbeknownst to us, Ryngs had been plagued with dreams and visions and gut feelings that this move wasn't right. He had been hiding it up until a point where he just...exploded about it on Saturday. After...recalibrating himself, he decided that moving in was a bad idea...which is understandable. He and Joey in close quarters would be...well, conflicting to say the least. They like each other, but Ryngs and Joey are both pretty aggressive about the way they want to keep things. I could see why he wouldn't want to be in that situation.
The thing is, though, that left me in a very, very bad position. Neither of them really has the money to swing it alone, and I had to choose between staying with Ryngs or leaving with Joey. As I care for them both very much....it was really hard to make the decision. It's caused me no end to stress this week, and while I'm...confident about the decision I eventually made, it really hurts me to hurt another roommate and friend like that. I never like being in a position where I *have* to screw someone over. :(
Joey's hurting right now, and while there's a lot more to the story I'm not telling (and don't think I should air out here), I feel a lot of it has to do with, well...the situation. Isn't it a burn? I'm just really, really sorry for everything.
This is...the hardest thing I've had to do in a very long time.
In the meantime, I managed to worry myself sick, literally. I've gotten a pretty bad cold, bad enough for me to have to call into work yesterday, and just in time for HGP. :/ I guess there's nothing to do now but put our nose to the grindstone, do what we've gotta and let this bump smooth over with time.
