On the Real Real Real Real Real Estate
The most important thing to ensure a successful relationship is not, necessarily, what you have in common with each other. It's not the timing, it's not your backgrounds, it's not your race or religion or even your ability to sustain a healthy relationship in the first place. The one thing that's going to make or break your relationship, in the end, is relative levels of wakefulness. I don't care if you're absolute soul mates, if you don't normally get up before eleven and by nine she's wide awake and yapping it up, it just ain't gonna work. Maybe that's another aspect of it... respect for one another's individual engagement with the new day. I suppose two people who wake up naturally at different times, who are ready for the day at different times, could make it if the early bird wouldn't insist on trying to hold a conversation with a half-conscious bag of crabbiness. Or getting him to do unnecessary things in his depleted state. Let the man sleep, for the love of God. Talk talk talk.
Of course, once they're gone you can't go back to sleep, having finally woken up. At least you're alone, and awake enough to appreciate it, the blessed solitude. There are very few I enjoy more in life than being left alone, though one of them is being around other people, so that can get kind of tricky at times. I need someone, at this point in my life, on constant call who will go away unhurt when asked to. Nothing personal, I just don't like people all that much all the time, you know?
So lot's going on these past few weeks. I'm in the show now at the Castle, so were to to pay a visit to the ol' Medieval Times, and were you to sit in the red section, there'd be a pretty odds-on chance that your knight would have a receding hairline and a smile that can cut glass. It is loads of fun, and something I can really feel proud about, which is nice since, after graduating, I don't really care so much about classes anymore.
I took the winnings from my last postings and put a deposit down on a house which, come the 15th, I'll be moving into with three of my squight friends from work, which will essentially make the house comprise the entire Squight population. It will be Squight House, and that will be awesome. I'm really excited about the move, would be even if it were going to be some horrible little run-down speakeasy type of situation, but this house... oh this house...
SPECS ON THIS HOUSE
I assure you, none of these are exaggerations. There are four of us moving into the place, and we're going to have two extra rooms. We're leaving one open, just so we can all have access to the master bath. I have no idea what we're going to do with the tennis court. Except, perhaps, play tennis on it.
And then there's the Katie situation, which is a whole other kettle of krap.
So there you go, just a little catch-up with the ol' Dead One. I encourage you all to keep living like you drive:
Hard and Fast.
Of course, once they're gone you can't go back to sleep, having finally woken up. At least you're alone, and awake enough to appreciate it, the blessed solitude. There are very few I enjoy more in life than being left alone, though one of them is being around other people, so that can get kind of tricky at times. I need someone, at this point in my life, on constant call who will go away unhurt when asked to. Nothing personal, I just don't like people all that much all the time, you know?
So lot's going on these past few weeks. I'm in the show now at the Castle, so were to to pay a visit to the ol' Medieval Times, and were you to sit in the red section, there'd be a pretty odds-on chance that your knight would have a receding hairline and a smile that can cut glass. It is loads of fun, and something I can really feel proud about, which is nice since, after graduating, I don't really care so much about classes anymore.
I took the winnings from my last postings and put a deposit down on a house which, come the 15th, I'll be moving into with three of my squight friends from work, which will essentially make the house comprise the entire Squight population. It will be Squight House, and that will be awesome. I'm really excited about the move, would be even if it were going to be some horrible little run-down speakeasy type of situation, but this house... oh this house...
SPECS ON THIS HOUSE
- 6 bedrooms
- 3 bath
- Washer/Dryer/Exercise Machine included
- Bedroom that looks like backstage at the ROXY which will be mine come hell or highwater
- Neighbor is the Mayor of Garden Grove
- Tennis/Basketball Court
I assure you, none of these are exaggerations. There are four of us moving into the place, and we're going to have two extra rooms. We're leaving one open, just so we can all have access to the master bath. I have no idea what we're going to do with the tennis court. Except, perhaps, play tennis on it.
And then there's the Katie situation, which is a whole other kettle of krap.
So there you go, just a little catch-up with the ol' Dead One. I encourage you all to keep living like you drive:
Hard and Fast.
Hey, here's the worst thing I've ever heard: Cuntsnot
posted by DeadLanguage at 11:22 AM
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