I promised myself I wouldn't bring it up anymore, but here it is: more psycho roomie bs. I can understand if you'd rather not read about it, so just skip if it sickens you.
Somehow, she found out that I'd posted about our fight on my blog, and so she asked Ashen for the address. Ashen wouldn't give it to her, because it's over, and she'd just be dredging up what's dead and gone to pick more fights about it, and Ashen didn't want that. "Look, she needed to vent, and she did, and it's over--she doesn't talk about it anymore. It's the past," said Ashen. So my psycho ex-roomie yells at Ashen because, apparently, Ashen was just doing 'what was convienent for her' or something. So. Any possibility there was, however small, of rebuilding our friendship, is now gone. And the dinner/mediation thing is not happening. What's the point? I'm living with the boys as of Dec 1st, and there's no conflict btwn me and Ashen or her roommate.
So, the boys moved in the couch today. I need to sew up the arm and they need to wash the pillows, and then it will be sit-able. We're getting an entertainment center, and I'm moving in my TV and VCR. As soon as R and I go to the place together, we'll decide which half of the room is his and which half is mine. There are about three ways to divide it.
I have to go home and bake a cake or two, so adieu.
wow, I rhyme.
--Jag
