My roommate woes are ended and thensome. My old amiga J. Co needs a place, and will be taking the place of Nia when she leaves. It’s like having a convenient, live-in End Up clubbing partner and happy hour enthusiast with the added comfort of knowing she won’t up and rob me blind as is always the possibility when you pick a stranger for a roommate. We’re going to go together to get a kitty when she moves in, too. Good times, good times.
Reply to: hous-228920538@craigslist.org
Date: 2006-11-01, 6:03PM PST
Are you a cool kid with a good head on your shoulders? Like to party all the time while still managing to pay the bills on time? Is your life best summarized by the movies "Breakfast at Tiffany’s", "Party Girl", and/or "Auntie Mame"?
Then you may be just the fit for the sunlit, spacious room I’ll have available on December 1st (possibly earlier) in my place on Nob Hill. Situated betwixt the famous Top of the Mark and the infamous Nob Hill Theatre, near the resplendent Grace Cathedral and just a few trolley stops up from all the fun of Union Square, the apartment is a cozy, little place with two bedrooms (the available one being the largest), one bathroom, and a kitchen. Small, but sweet, with moderate closet space, washer/dryer in building, and the typically tragic parking availability of San Francisco.
About me: 20-something gay guy, working professional by day, party boy by night, aspiring (read: wannabe) house DJ, somewhat hermetic, but prone to loud bursts of laughter. I work a 9:00 - 5:00 job, so prefer not to compete with someone for bathroom time in the morning.
Who I’m looking for: Someone who can be not just a roommate, but a clubbing partner in crime would be quite cool, someone responsible and fun who can communicate well (as in not leaving passive/aggressive notes about washing your dishes and such). Unlike every other ad you’ll read, I do not profess to be a neat freak, nor do I want to live with one. You must absolutely be a non-smoker (that includes pot, kids), and be able to pass a credit check. I’m looking for someone long-term. No couples, please. I plan to get a kitty soon, so no allergy-sufferers either.
Move in is first month’s rent ($606.81) plus deposit ($597.50) = $1,204.31
Only the most personable and titillating replies will be answered. Please tell me about yourself and why you think we’d be a good fit. Cheers!
Ever since I moved into my apartment a year ago, I’ve had very vivid dreams. I rarely had dreams when I lived on Treasure Island, and only occasionally before then. But whatever energy’s in my apartment, it’s some potent-ass shit, knowwhutI’msayin’? They’re usually pretty scary, but like watching a good scary movie, so not all that bad.
Last night’s kind of took the cake though. I’m sure it had something to do with watching all those "100 Scariest Movie Moments" marathons on Bravo and AMC, but it had to do with this killer who was stalking my college campus. I, of course, lived in a little house right smack in the middle of campus with all windows, much like Drew Barrymore’s in "Scream".
I somehow found out who it was, went to Campus Security, and tried to report it. On my way out, I saw the killer, and threw two glasses of wine and water that I happened to have handy. (whenever I drink alcohol, I always have a glass of water with it to keep hydrated, yo, so this makes sense…unless it means that I subconsciously think I’m Jesus…). This, of course, pissed him off and sent him after me.
At Campus Security, these two lesbian girls were there flirting with each other and feeding one another pretzels (don’t ask), and when I tried to report it to the one, she said, "Okay, well now we’ll definitely have to take a report because you just said you had a part in it." I tried to argue saying, "No, I said I know who did it." And she said, "No, you said you had a part in it. Would you like me to run back the security cameras we have on because I can show you what you said." So, I just ditched them.
At this point, I felt this sense of hopeless dread, and knew I would need to take an alternate route to get home safely, but that I could very well be killed.
Thankfully, I woke up, and my heart was racing a mile a minute. It was still thumping wearily as I got ready this morning.
It’s funny how I try to consciously do the right things when I have these scary dreams, and it’s only when absolutely all hope is lost and I’m about to die that I wake up.
Heartwarming.
