We're moving again next week. It's a nice little house, with lots of land (as in, I can set up a shooting range someplace in the backyard), and less than our apartment is, rent wise. I have a few concerns about it, but it will basically be "our" house, and we can paint, fix, or rebuild anything we don't like.

Landlady seems nice. She works with Lisa, lives VERY close by (potentially one of three downsides, though this does add a little bit of security to the place), and is apparently pretty generous. We are apparently permitted to use their fourwheelers, and they provide free internet and cable. Etc. etc.

The downsides are:

The house is OLD, in my opinion. If it's not as old as I think it is (70s, with constant repair), then it's new, and has been horribly maintained until a few years ago. I'm more worried about it fucking freezing in the winter, due to single pane windows and thin, poorly insulated walls, and lack of centralized heating (though multiple radiators might work even better for all I know), than anything else. The wiring is all new(er, anyway. Newer than the appartment's by far), the roof is getting reshingled in a while (I'm making sure to stipulate this), and the rest is mostly aesthetics, which we can work on.

It's a bit of a drive out of town. Gas will be a little more, though I'll spend less on fast food. We *might* need a second car, though Lisa might get rides from the landlady. If this is the case, I will probably try to get a little car anyway, and then park the truck until needed. If not, I will sell the truck and get a pair of shitty old two wheel drives. Insurance on a newer car would be cheaper, so depending on the eventual situation, this could actually make no difference at all. I'll still have to leave for work earlier, but whatever. I'm used to it, and always get there 30 minutes early anyway.

The owners live like five and half feet away. Maybe seven. I'm serious. None of our windows look at them, and they are older people with no qualms about how much noise we want to make, or if I want to smoke a joint out by their huge firepit, or whatnot. So it might not be bad. It's nice knowing the old man will usually be around to keep an eye on things, and to tractor out my truck if I get stuck in the winter. Additionally, I might get to see alot of sweet cars and things, and maybe even have some tools available, as he's a mechanic.

Anyway, it'll be interesting.


Alex is coming down in a bit. Judging by her wording, and the fact she messaged Lisa and not me, I don't think she's planning specifically on seeing me, but rather Lisa. Not that I think she'd be at all upset if I were there or anything, or that I'm really bothered, as it IS Alex. Frankly, I'm just glad she gets along with someone I used to know. For some reason, even my guy friends seem to have issues hanging out with whoever I date, so it's kinda nice they like eachother.

Sophie came through. Despite her assurances, she of course didn't call or anything.


I sort of notice a pattern. It's interesting, but more often than not, the only people who I feel would put any effort into seeing me or helping me out with anything are those I work with (with some pretty obvious exceptions, like yourself, dear reader, and interestingly (to me at least), people like Sam or Hayley, who I don't typically want to see but are or were always there anyway). I'm not saying I have any resentment or blame here, as I've never been a "people" person, as I think most of my old friends are pretty worthless anyway, but it's a little weird to me that someone I would not consider a friend, or in most cases even trust with insignificant facts, and barely know in many ways, would probably be willing to help me move, or would have a good, deep conversation about God with me. In some ways, I understand it. As with most people like myself, my charm is more or less superficial, thus the longer you know me, the less you will probably like me, and I similarly have VERY different views on pretty much everything than most other people. It's still interesting, though.

Speaking of work people, T's old man got t-boned on his bike. His leg got torn off, and he's in a coma, but will probably make it. I am atypically sympathetic, as T is one of the few people I really connect with on any level, and wish I were a little better at the whole "condolences" thing. I think I will buy a bottle of expensive booze, some cigars, and then wait. If he recovers, wakes up, and is more or less normal again (minus leg), then I will give it to them as a "celebration" type thing. If he dies, maybe I'll just keep the booze and stoogies myself, and have my own little Erisian mini-wake for the poor guy. Honestly, I just really hope T is dealing with it like I think she is, which is the way I think I'd deal with it.


I think I might get some McDonald's or something. Cheers.