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[26 Jun 2002|06:50pm] |
I'm moving.
I'm moving because my roommates are gutless twerps who have no spine yet manage to walk upright, somehow. Because I am unsocial. Because I don't find them enormously funny. Because I don't give them the love they crave. Well, 3 of them, anyway.
Becki, in a sign of solidarity and just plain levelheadedness, is moving too, and telling these fuckwad "friends" of hers exactly where to shove it.
It's amazing how things work out sometimes. Even when you attempt to distance yourself from the spineless little shits who can't even look you in the eye but can tear you down behind your back, they still manage to get into your life and make a mess.
In the long run, it's good. I'll sorely miss cheap rent, a nice place, proximity to everything (especially the Burren), and a reasonable reverse commute, but I won't miss my asshole neighbors, Somerville parking nazis, wankers rolling down Elm letting everyone in the city hear the new Slim Shady shit on repeat, and most of all, I won't miss the little dirtbags who are too afraid to face discomfort, so they just force it out of their sight. Who knows, I may just land in a nicer joint, with fatass views of the city, a parking space, a yard, a spare room to put shit in and the ability to leave nice things and books in the living room without worrying they'll have PBR spilled on them.
To all the people here on LJ and elsewhere that I care about, a general warning: watch your step. assholes abound.
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