i've lived alone for such a long time now that i feel like i've gotten a bit crotchedy. i want things the way i want them. i don't like people messing with my stuff. i'm annoyed when people just "stop by" my apartment. my place is a mess. i really am an old man.
i had always thought that i would never live with anyone ever again unless it was with the man that i knew i would eventually marry and even then, it would take me a long time to get there. but lately, i've been thinking that it might just be time. time for me to move out of my efficiency apartment and into a place with an actual living thing. i thought maybe i just needed a cat, but that's not enough. i need to have human interaction. i need to have someone to talk to. someone to hang out with. i actually need a roommate. it's really weirding me out, this whole concept, but there it is. i'm ready to do it! eeeeek!
