I told Liam about my bad dream (it was related to our relationship) and it seems totally irrelevant and powerless after voicing it. Thank goodness. Anxiety is weird. Now to take a relaxing shower and keep doing my laundry from yesterday.
What horrid nightmare. Jesus Christ, I’m actually shedding tears after waking up. Why are my nightmares (if I remember them) so often real-life scary/potential situations? Ugh. Fuck, this is terrible.
Anonymous asked: think about the guy feels. he was told to he could sublet and she didn't tell anyone so he feels out of place
I have, he told me his scenario and I understand a bit more where he’s coming from. His mother kicked him out of her place in Orange County, NY for the summer, so he came back to Ithaca where he grew up. However, he had very little contact with our former roommate, Anna, and she never confirmed that there was actually a place here for him (because she’s that flighty).
The paperwork he has yet to fill out confirms whether or not he has the means to pay the rent here and also runs a background check. We all had to go through it, so having someone here who hasn’t is part of what’s uncomfortable about it. I understand that he probably feels very out of place, but he also said explicitly that he could find another place to live. At the moment, I’m mostly confused as to what exactly we’re doing about the situation as a house. I think the general consensus is that we have to wait to talk to our landlord.
So, our airheaded ex-roommate apparently told some random guy that he could sublet from her over Craigslist, but never told anyone here about him. Her phone is also out of minutes and she can therefore only be contacted via Facebook or email. So this random, kind of really creepy guy is here. In one of our rooms. He seems nice enough. He shared a whole j with me (of his own). But something about him rubs us all the wrong way. Bad juju, I say. We’re in the process of figuring out just how legal it is for him to be here, considering I got here recently and I’m still waiting for my application to be approved, and he hasn’t signed/filled out any of the necessary forms.
I’m already weirded out by this random guy who showed up on our porch, but here’s the clincher: his name is Liam. That’s right. He and my boyfriend have the same name. But they are nothing alike, in appearance, attitude, or intelligence level. Ugh. None of us want him here. The rest of the girls are scared of him. *sigh* The next few days are going to be uncomfortable.
Finally sold what clothing and footwear I could to Trader K’s and donated the rest. Also sold a couple of vintage things at Petrune. I love having places like that around me. Always have.