No hippie chick, No hip-hip-hip-hip-hip, No hippie chick
I have two folks coming tomorrow, one on Sunday, and one Tuesday evening. That makes four potential roommate candidates. I have this image in my head of my ideal roommate, who would be this fun, carefree spirit, but also immaculately organized. I basically want to live with Parker Posey from “Party Girl”.
Barring that, someone who is clean and respectful and pays bills on time will do. Even if they aren’t the mostest fun.
I had this new director who emailed me last yesterday asking what my availability today was for a meeting. This is over these union-mandated increases for his employees that I manage, and I’m just thinking, Are you out of your ever-loving gourd, ya bleak nutjob?
I have this fantasy that everyone in the world dies and I’m all that’s left. And I would go and spend the night at a different person’s house each day. I would love to see the insides of other peoples’ homes. I find it all so fascinating.
