last night i was scared about moving out on my own.
i felt very lonely.
that is, until i spent the rest of my evening with my roomate.
its not that i dont like my roomate
or conversation for that matter
but it seems that the two dont mix.
i hate talking to him because i know that i am actually not instrumental to the conversation.
he would get by just fine talking to himself.
in fact, i have heard him-on many a night when he thinks i am asleep-jabbering and singing away. asking himself advice, slightly debating with himself.
sometimes i wonder if i am actually supposed to respond to him when we talk.
maybe i am butting in on his "me" time.
so i am starting to look forward to having my own place.
where i wont have to write "ryan cant afford to share" on all of my food items.
where i wont have to worry that someone accidentally engaged the deadbolt, leaving me to sleep on my welcome mat. (this happened last saturday night.)
where i wont have to hear commentary on every commercial and television show.
"you know, those people who talk smack alot, they usually are kinda jerks. you know what i mean?"
oh what sweet bliss it will be.
3:30 p.m. - 2003-07-22
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