The Story Of My Move

Remember back when I was living with Skidmark? And remember that time I moved with little fanfare? Well, here is the story of the move. There really isn't much to report but I figure that since my time living in The Porn Nexus (t.m. Caleb) was a bit epic that I need to at least include the resolution.

After toying with the idea of moving since about a month after I moved in with Le Skidmark, I had started to actively pursue housing leads. I had checked out a place in December that was less than a mile from my job. It was with a guy from my church (who I had never met but I knew people who knew him), & it was pretty nice. I was just incredibly hesitant to accept it because I'd be losing a lot of space, it was more expensive, I'd have to actually move, & I wasn't sure I trusted my new roommate. Not that he gave me any reason not to trust him. But just after my past roommate experiences (My Giant, Skidmark, Really Conservative Guy) & life experiences in general (Bi-Sexual Wiccan, Truck Driver, Mexican Stalker, Other Stuff) I had trust issues. Understandably.

Well, after I found the blood splatters on the bathroom mirror (& on the faucet knob) I decided that enough was enough. After dilly-dallying & trying to coordinate everything, I pushed the move up a week.

I wish I could say it was really dramatic, hilarious, or tragic. I really do. Because that isn't as boring as this. But (un)forunately everything went well. Skidmark took the news well, & even had an ad for my replacement on Craigslist the day I told him (replacement has since moved in).

The only thing to note is that I told him that the reason I was moving was because "certain behaviors" made me uncomfortable & that it might be a good idea for him to tell future roommates so they weren't thrown into this whole world without knowing. He apologized for me being uncomfortable. And the day I moved we didn't even say goodbye. We did speak, but I can't remember what all was said. It doesn't matter anyway.

I had to switch out my beds though. The bed I had while living with Skidmark was a full, but my new room would have been a lot more cramped if I had used it. So a switch was made with the bed I had used while living in Toccoa with my dad (a twin). While switching the beds (& dropping off other random items that I didn't need), my mother made a new best friend in Amaris, a girl from my small group. They seriously talked the entire time the guys (including me) were moving the stuff.

So here I am. I've been living here for a month & a half. It's been great so far. I actually spend more time out of my room than I do in it. I have my own bathroom, so any blood to be found has an obvious source (oh wait....).

Guest Post! Holla!

So I decided to do my first ever guest post today! This is due partly because I don't feel like posting my own shit, but also because I want people to read the awesomeness that is Aubree, who hails all the way from Inspirational Me. You should follow her. But not in a creepy way.

Anyway, here is her post.

"Back last year when I was in a fit of annoyance over my demanding 16 unit school schedule, having to go to work and my complete lack of a social or dating life, someone from work suggested an online dating site (it was free, of course).

I'll pause for your laughter. Done? Okay, moving on.

Apparently she had 'tons of success!!' on there and got a few relationships out of it so I checked it out, mostly just to see how it worked. I filled out some questionnaires but never posted a picture, so naturally no responses came. Then, a few months ago, I remembered I had an account on there and put up a picture.

Some guy who lives pretty near me continuously contacted me and when he asked for my number, I didn't know how to say no. No matter how many times my response was "Lol" he always found something to reply to and wouldn't leave me alone. I tried to make him lose interest by being unfunny and boring, but to no avail. After not even knowing me for a week, he wanted to meet up.

I didn't really want to go, but since I have no spine and he seemed nice enough, I tentatively agreed. He asked where I live and, not being a total ass hat, I gave him a city near where I live. We were supposed to meet up at the entrance to this big shopping center near where I told him I live (it was actually pretty far from my house). I even told him I had work that night (I did not) so I'd have an excuse to bounce in case it sucked.

I felt really weird about going and things just seemed sketchy, like him telling me to lie to my parents about who I was hanging out with. After canceling and uncanceling a few times, I told him I was definitely canceling. I don't even know why he still wanted to meet up since I was being so hesitant and back and forth about it all! He tried a few times to get me to reconsider (am I really that charming and beautiful?) but I further declined.

I have since disabled my account and even though myself and potential killer are still friends on Facebook, we haven't talked since a few days after I bailed.

Oh, and Julie looked at all of his pictures on Facebook (I stupidly only looked at a few of them) and I guess he is big into comics and Star Wars and has pictures of himself at a convention where he shaved his head and painted it black and red like Darth Maul and glued horns on his head.

Crisis averted."

That Time My Mexican Stalker Returned

Remember this post where I was almost raped outside of the bathroom at work?

Well, guess who's been coming back by to see me.....

I've been expecting to see him periodically since the original incident but hadn't thought about it too much recently. Then Sunday morning a coworker told me he had come by the night before (right after I left, too) & asked if his "friend Andrew" still worked there. They told him I did, but that I had just left. The next morning (Sunday) he came by again before I got there & asked if I still worked there. They told him I hadn't quit in the past 12 hours (I'm sure they were nicer than that).

About 10 minutes after my coworker told me that he had been asking for me, she told me that he was there right now & I look over & see him standing near the bathroom (WTF?!) waving & smiling at me. I smile & wave back, because really....what else is there to do?

He put his limp wrist out towards me & I stared at him in shock, thinking he wanted me to kiss his hand. I asked what he wanted me to do, & apparently he was wanting me to give him a fist bump. I did, & he got my coworker to give him one too. She was trying not to crack up, but I was dreading what was coming next. Which happened when he started talking about his sister. But this sister wasn't in Mexico, according to him. This one lives on a street that intersects with mine (did not tell him). He was still giving me creepy eyes, & after a few minutes I just walk away because I had nothing else to contribute.

I told two of my shift leaders that he gives me the willies. After I left work today I got a text from another co-worker saying that he came back & one of the shift's talked to him. THEN I got a text from the coworker from Sunday who said he was talking to her & said he respects me. And he hugged another customer.

Hopefully this ends. And I hope to know what was said between him & my shift leader soon.

I also forgot to add that we aren't allowed to let him use the phone anymore because he calls Mexico. Seriously.

New semester

Well, I have returned to West Palm Beach. It's pretty chilly here, a nipply 50-60 degrees. Everyone is walking around in parkas & those ugly boots with the yarn balls dangling off of them. Pussies.

My new roommate is amazing. He is quiet, polite, nice, clean(er), & black! I feel so politically correct just living with him.

However, methinks My Giant is stalking me somewhat. Last night I was coming up the stairwell that leads to our kitchen door. I always go up the stairs fast because I know there's a chance My Giant could pop up at any minute. But as I was unlocking my door I heard my old kitchen door start to open. It sticks really bad so I knew I had a bit more time to run in, & as I was closing my door in a hurry I heard my old door open. I was going to try to ignore it but he started knocking on his door (idiot). I answered him with my usual, "What?!" to which he answered with his usual, "Can I talk to you for a minute?" I'm glad the past month away from each other has changed that aspect of our relationship...

Now, I had already been warned that he had dyed his hair platinum blonde. I figured this was a side effect of his hanging out with the rave/fetish kid who moved in my last week with his angel costume. But My Giant has also taken to wearing eyeliner & goth pants (the black kind with the hooks so you can attach chains. He wasn't wearing chains though). The first thing out of his mouth when we started talking was him asking whether I had decided to transfer next semester or not. Then he asked how my break was. I told him it was fine, but didn't give details. Then he started talking at length about his break & going on & on & on. Then because I hadn't mentioned or reacted to his appearance (I didn't want to give him a reaction because I knew that's what he wanted), he pointed it out to me. I then went over to my old apartment to see that he had been given some furniture, & it wasn't half bad. Then he showed me pics on his camera from his break...

Everyone in the pics was wearing fishnets, pasties, thongs, hooker boots. Basically everything you'd expect from people who go to raves & fetish parties. I couldn't tell who was a man or a woman. There were pictures of a girl I know topless (he said they're seeing each other & she wants to have his kids. Suuuuuure), as well as a random girl asleep in his bed (when I asked if the asleep girl knew he took her picture, he said no but that they hadn't slept together. Still? Creepy).

Then he asked me what I was doing later. Shit. I need to have a stock answer prepared. I said I was doing nothing. Shiiiiiiiiiit. He invited me to go with him to meet up with some girls & smoke hookah. I told him ok (WTF ANDREW?!) but I was going to drive separately. Luckily he texted me & said they cancelled but I could come play X-Box. I told him ok, but fell asleep instead.

When I told my mother about how he pounced on me while I was coming up the steps, she said simply, "He was watching for you." Damn it. I was talking texting Alexis & she said she thinks he is just trying to corrupt me just to drag me down. All I know is I'm gonna be careful, walk quickly, walk quietly, & hope for the best.