February 26, 2004

  • I almost had another apartment. 1br, half a duplex, fenced yard (for some future dog I might own), two blocks from the Shui House where my friends live.

    I decided it was just too expensive. My current method for figuring out if a place is too expensive goes like this:

    I'm paying $X/month for rent now. The asking price for the place is $Y/month. Then: Z = ((Y-X) * 12) * .1 (the 10% I could get on it in an indexed mutual fund). If Z could buy me an iPod ($250 for a mini), it's too much rent.

    Actually, that's not how I'm doing it. But the iPod factor does exist.

    Basically, I need a house-share situation with two or three other people who don't mind living with a strange man who seldom leaves the house. Or, in actuality, that's not what I need, unless I want to buy an iPod with the interest off an investment; I could just stay here a while longer.

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  • Future dogs are the BEST - my sweeetie and I have one. One day, he'll frolic with us in the desert and bring us much joy. For now, he's not much trouble and gets along fine with the cats.

    I love my future dog.

  • Yup, future dogs are like that. When life throws crap at you, you can go home and know with certainty that, sometime in the future, there will be a dog to love you unconditionally. Unless he's a dominant breed. In which case you have to train him to respect you. So fuck it.

  • I once had a roommate much like you've described ... only he had the reekingest feet I've ever encountered. We called his shoes stinkbombs and used to threaten each other with them. He seemed to get a kick out of it -- it was one of the few things that would make him laugh. His name was Drew. He was pretty cool.

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