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May 25, 2005

i'm moving

Eeek! I'm moving on the 30th! My roomate is selling his half of the duplex we live in by August, so I'd have to move anyway this summer. Fall sucks as all the ex-interns hog all the cheap places to live, and it's still good weather for moving, so it's time. I paid the application fee and am moving 5 blocks west to a 'safer' neighborhood, which the landlord apologized for, but I assured him comparitively it was not. It will also feature a functioning oven, space all my own, with only one person cleaning up one person's mess: ME. I love my unmoving corpse of a roomate but jeez, pick up after yourself!

So today during the breaks of my training at work I arranged for movers on Memorial day. I am now past 30 and have long since used up all my moving help karma from friends. This time paid athletes will do it instead. Waaah, no holiday for me, but better to do it on a free day off I guess.

That, and I can't believe how chaotic your life gets when you misplace your check card. NO ONE takes checks anymore without a portion of your soul and a pint of blood. Trying to do transactions with little cash with my bank branch office in Timbuktu has been challenging, in addition to all this.

Posted by jimbo at May 25, 2005 5:20 PM


Are you using Great Scott for your move? They claim to have athletes as their movers. Let me tell you, I was very impressed by the three young buff guys sweating as they struggled with all of my stuff. Ian I think was the name of the Australian guy who I secretly lusted after all day.

Posted by: Trey R at May 25, 2005 9:24 PM

Oh, a swanky new pad for Jimbo! Will you have a glittery disco ball hanging from the ceiling or will it be all lumberjack-plaid flannel wallpaper? The cat will probably miss you.

Posted by: homer at May 26, 2005 9:12 AM

Lucky dog, I just found out that my roomate's cat shit on and ruined the only nice thing I have really, my leather couch. The worst part is, he isn't a good roomate in any sense of the word, so this is one of those straw-breaking-back kinda moments.

He missed out on the very fundamentals of life, and taking care of oneself. The cardinal sin to me is he expects me to accept the air conditioner being set at a heinous level to keep his fat ass a bit chilly. I freeze when it's 78 outside. Doesn't work well. And he smokes.

Thankfully I've only gotta be here for a few months. Unfortunately, he will be him forever.

Posted by: Kevin at May 27, 2005 1:28 AM