Today Michelle and I helped a friend move out of a bizarre living situation. It was probably one of the easiest moves, as it only took 3 quick van trips, so we were done by 1pm, then she bought us lunch. She’s going to be living on Belmont, surrounded by plenty of opportunities for fun. It sure beats waking up to your 50 year old roommate and her boyfriend doing it on the couch.
Later in the evening we went to a birthday party for another friend (and fellow Virgo) that, while being fun and entertaining, was just a facade for the boyfriend to have a fire in the backyard to burn up a stump that he’s been unable to remove by conventional means. It was some fire.
Does 50 year-old roommate not have her own private room? Does she think it’s a dorm?
Its the 50yo’s house. They’re one of those embarassingly affectionate couples.
I’ll be gettin’ jiggy with a 50 year old in a few years, but it will be in private.
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