GreenEarthAl
07-02-2005, 09:04 AM
So, prolly nobody much remembers my last housemate Andrew that I used to post about back in 2002. He was a kid that did nothing but play some really loud shooting video game 24 hours a day stopping only briefly to break things in the house. Broke the vacuum cleaner, the dryer, the shower (all things which are still broken by the way).
So then I lived with the lovely and talented Heather for a year and change and that was really as good a time as I've had.
Since then I've been living here alone. Going out most nights and being involved with my community, sure, but still coming back here to the fortress of solitude and such. Never really having any visitors, always the one visiting out and about in the community.
Right. So now, Heather's friend Jes lives here. So far so good. We've been having a good time with me reading my book out loud and such. I could do without the garbage can smelling like cigarette butts and cooking meat in all the pans and such, but oh well. I'm fairly well determined not to be impossible to live with. Because for one thing I'm really broke and sharing costs sure helps. And for another thing, sharing space is much nicer, adds randomness to the day and all and has the potential for division of labour and all kinds of other unanticipated benefits.
I had been looking for a housemate for a year (not looking that hard mind you) and really wanting to start an art activist community. Jes likes to write poems and play music, so maybe we're on our way.
Then, because it all hits at the same time, Dio from the dinner co-op called up looking for a place to stay. So I showed the house again on Thursday. Dio likes to draw and write poetry. Right-o. Who knows? It'd be really cool if Dio moves in.
Okay. That's all.
So then I lived with the lovely and talented Heather for a year and change and that was really as good a time as I've had.
Since then I've been living here alone. Going out most nights and being involved with my community, sure, but still coming back here to the fortress of solitude and such. Never really having any visitors, always the one visiting out and about in the community.
Right. So now, Heather's friend Jes lives here. So far so good. We've been having a good time with me reading my book out loud and such. I could do without the garbage can smelling like cigarette butts and cooking meat in all the pans and such, but oh well. I'm fairly well determined not to be impossible to live with. Because for one thing I'm really broke and sharing costs sure helps. And for another thing, sharing space is much nicer, adds randomness to the day and all and has the potential for division of labour and all kinds of other unanticipated benefits.
I had been looking for a housemate for a year (not looking that hard mind you) and really wanting to start an art activist community. Jes likes to write poems and play music, so maybe we're on our way.
Then, because it all hits at the same time, Dio from the dinner co-op called up looking for a place to stay. So I showed the house again on Thursday. Dio likes to draw and write poetry. Right-o. Who knows? It'd be really cool if Dio moves in.
Okay. That's all.