Wednesday, December 14, 2005

Just a couple things, then I gotta go...

Why is it whenever I mention poo in a post, I always get at least one "TMI" comment? Does this happen to Dooce? She's famous for graphically describing the wonders of her bowels (and her hubby's, and her baby's, etc...), so I wonder if she gets shit about her shit? (And I know it's all in good fun, by the way...I don't mind the "TMI" comments, really.)

Boyfriend and I settled in to watch the reruns of Sex & the City on TBS last night, and the first episode dealt with Carrie and Aidan trying to get around the combo of stuff in the apartment after they decided to move in with each other. This got me thinking, and I asked the boyfriend what we'd do with all his stuff if he ever moved in. Then I thought some more, realized he really is living with me right now, and I asked him, "Do you ever think that it's a complete waste for you to be paying rent for an apartment at this point?" He had been on the same track and answered immediately, "Yeah, that's something I've been considering lately." I asked him when his lease is up, he said soon, and we left it at that. We can't fit a bunch more stuff into my house, that's for sure. And the split on the closet is gonna be hell for me, really. But it's seeming to head in that direction. Not that it'd be weird to have him officially Living With Me, since he's pretty much been at my house consistently since the beginning of November, and for the 3 months prior to that, he was basically just going home on Wednesday nights. It's just the combination of stuff/rearranging of my house that freaks me out at this point.

Work is going well. I like it here, and they seem to like me so far. Yesterday, I was busy the entire day, which was nice. I had time for my lunch, and made the mistake of leaving my parking spot to go and get a soda, and when I came back, all parking spots in the structure closest to work (that we're allowed to park in, that is) were gone, and they were towing people that were parked in "illegal" locations. So I had to go a few blocks down the street to another structure to park. Turned out to not be all that big a deal, though. The walk wasn't bad, I had plenty o' time, and there was a TON more parking on the second structure I went to. But I still don't think I'll be driving anywhere during lunch hour again anytime soon. Not until after Christmas, at least...

Ok, off to find some work to do. Ta!

4 comments:

Maine said...

Chances are you'd slowly and systematically get rid of all of his things in favor of your own. Not sure how or why, but every single guy I've ever known who has moved in with his lady looks up one day and realizes that all of his shit has disappeared. Not like maliciously or anything, but it just happens.

Right now, I'm down to a coffee table and a mirror. Most other guys I know don't even have that much left. So weird. And I'm not at all bitter.

Kristine said...

Oh Lord, get ready for boxes of old comic books and porn.

FaithsTwin said...

Aaahhhahahahahaha! See? THIS is why I married (and have subsequently attemted divorcing) a loser who lived in other people's places his whole life hence never needing to buy more than food and clothing. Everything else (well, with toilettries the exception as well) was provided by his sometimes unwilling hosts. He moved in to whatever place we were in with nothing more than his climbing and camping gear.

Maine said...

See... I have all my boxes of comics at my mom's house. No way that stuff was getting thrown out...