The Roommate Chronicles: Finale

So, my sketchy roommate moved out today!

And by "moved out", I mean he left, and left all his stuff behind. So Katie and her dad boxed everything up, and if he doesn't pick it up by tomorrow, it's going on the street.
We are so happy that he is gone, we are having a celebratory supper tomorrow. I think we're making Chicken Rendang.

I was just about to write about a piece of cheesecake I got for free today, until I realized how tediously boring that sounds. And then I wrote about it anyway.


Went to see Rob Power's concert tonight, which was nothing short of excellent (as always). That guy actually made Shona Dream Dance interesting again, a piece I've heard at just about every percussion recital or concert I've ever been to.


I just started playing Brain Age, and I'm feeling a little dumb (shut up, Mike). Apparently, the ideal brain age is 20, which means I'm past my prime already. Dang.

Now if only I could figure out how to make entries have a title.

One more thing:



O RLY?!?

Meet Winston

Just thought I'd formally introduce the coolest cat ever, Winston:





These pictures are a little old. He's about twice that size now. Oh Winston, will you ever let me sleep?

First Entry: The Roommate Chronicles

Last night, I got home to find that ALL of my English muffins had been eaten. There were four left that morning, and my extremely sketchy roommate had eaten them all, or threw them out just to piss me off, I don't know.

This guy is definitely just out to bother Katie and myself, since we kicked him out a few days ago. He's leaving on Saturday, and if he doesn't go, we're calling the police on him. Seriously, he creeps us out, and we think he might turn violent or something. He's got a criminal record and everything. We should probably have checked that out before we let him live with us. He's already stolen my facecloth (and possibly a pair of my underwear), eaten my lunch (when it was packed up in the fridge, ready to go in the morning), and spit in Katie's cat's water dish. He also owes the electrical company $400, and leaves porn everywhere. Not that I care that he looks at porn, but he leaves it ALL OVER the floor of his room, with his door wide open. I mean it. Completely covering the floor of his room with porn mags and pictures. Does he really need that many pictures at once? He must have a really poor imagination.

So I'm not exactly mad about the English muffins. It was mostly just an inconvenience because that was my only easy preparable breakfast food. I'm just glad he'll be gone soon. We're having the locks changed.