I'm feeling pretty good right now, in a weird sort of way. This derives from a few superficial occurrences happening this evening. First was that Greg phoned me at work and although we didn't talk for long he passed me off to the new roommate and we had a good talk. A good talk consisted of me asking her about all the particulars about what we needed hooked up etc. And a good response consisted of her saying "if you think we need voicemail, then its probably a good idea. OH, and cable... by all means, if you think we need it." Greg also told me he was bringing me a shitload of boxes from work so that I can start packing this week. I'm really starting to look forward to this whole move. The roomie and I had a good chuckle about how we haven't even known each other a total of eight hours yet we're totally fine with this whole thing. I think I could learn to really like her, she doesn't seem to have many hang-ups and seems REALLY easy-going. Best quality in a roommate, IMHO.

Secondly I was walking home and I swear I had three cars try and pick me up. Two of em followed me for over five blocks and kept circling around the block. I'll definitely not miss this at the new location. Not to mention all the hookers, junkies, and perverts that are on the general prowl. I was hit up for change three times on my way home as well *sigh*.

And of course once I got home I was reminded of my ever existent problem with the bad plumbing, leaky taps, and temperamental heat register. It'll be so nice to have a place that is efficient and new. I already feel like an adult just thinking about it. I love moving in that it gives me a chance to totally lose touch with all those people that know my phone number, but not my last name. And I'll have a chance to totally purge my belongings and throw out all the shit I haven't used in over a year. Yep, I'm a packrat.

The one thing I do dread though is making all those long distance calls to inform all my friends of the new number... I'm broke enough as it is, and after that huge call to Jason I gotta be pretty careful with my cash. Not to mention the fact that I'm losing my security deposit on my current location. Did I tell you about that? They wouldn't accept my notice for the fifteenth and say I have to pay them the full months' rent for March. So if I pay them the rent I still run the risk of not getting my full damage deposit back (and breaking even) or I just let them evict me when I don't pay March's rent and get none of my damage back. It works out to the same thing, so I'm just letting them evict me. Cheap fuckers. Last time I rent from a slumlord I swear.

Jason is ICQ'ing me, but I don't know if I have time to meet with him tonight. I'm getting picked up at 8:30 am to go back to work. This week is gonna just suck BIG TIME. Greg told me he has to work late most all this week as well. Which basically means that I may not see him at all, and we'll have to forego our weekly billiards night. That totally sux. He's so sweet though, I was bitching about this mid week and he responded with "there's lots more evenings, weeks, months, and years ahead of us, I'm not going anywhere soon." I swear that had me warm for a good three days following. Had he not had such a strong faith in the new roommate, then I probably never would've even considered her, but I do trust his judgement of people implicitly.  Have I mentioned how much I love him lately?

Another thing... I don't find if I don't see him for long periods of time, that I get as sexually frustrated as I used to. And... yes I have a theory. Wanna hear it? No...? Too late, I'm telling it anyway. I think that I tend to assume that sex has to be a larger part of the relationship because of the whole "if he ain't getting it at home, he'll get it somewhere else" mentality. But my rational and my emotional mind knows he's not like that. And when I stop and think about it, I trust him implicitly. That's what I need to remind myself of more. I know he's not your typical guy that way. He loves sex yes, but he's like me in that I like to keep it (despite my past) a relatively small part of the relationship. Meaning of course that I'd like to see the intimacy between us evident in the way he talks to me, looks at me, and treats me, not just in how we make love, or how often we make love. Is this making any sense to you? Cause it makes perfect sense to me, and it pleases me immensely that it does.

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