Roommate Issues

I avoided having a roommate after my college experience as long as possible. I'm very messy, and never wanted to put anyone through that. However, it was a little wearing paying oodles of cash for a teeny tiny studio in downtown. Almost half of my money was going to rent, and the rest was all the other bills. I was literally eating top ramen every day. Enough was enough!

A friend of mine had lived with the roommate from hell for the last two years. He actually shared his room with the psycho's 10yr old son. She was so nutty that her ex got custody, which doesn't happen very often. So Al decided to move in with another friend, Jeremy, who had just purchased a new townhouse out in Beaverton. The move happened in February, and by March, I was hanging out with the two of them at the house on a regular basis.

Jeremy realized he was broke, and so the offer came in. It worried me, but the thought of my financial woes lifting was incentive enough. Without hesitation, I moved in in early April. There were complications though - or at least one, and she goes by the name of Abby.

My cat is a punk. Seriously. She's three years old now, and is still sketched out. She's a momma's girl. It took months before she would even come into the same room as my housemates. I blame her idiosyncracies on the fact that I smoked a lot of pot when she was a baby kitten. Brain damage, perhaps? And I did mushrooms once and petted her, but I don't know if that whole thing about the chemicals being transferred through skin is true. Admittedly, I didn't get her spayed until just before I moved into the new house, so that may have something to do with the fact that she used to pee on everything. Yuck.

Jeremy thinks she has fleas. I think HE has crabs. More on that later :) Ciao!