So the 30 day notice for him to vacate is hot in my hands and ready to go. My ad for a roomie was put up on Craigslist. Gonna be more broke without his rent share but I'll just have to find someone else. We did chat and he agrees that he is dropping the ball on the cleaning, but to me it's just words. He's not gonna pick up after himself. I mean he even left his shoes (some little Leprechaun sized shoes I might add) on the kitchen counter next to the dish drainer one day. Hopeless.
I get paid this week and the rent is due, but I'm going on strike. Headwrap or not, my palms gotta get greased with some green or the roomie and his hair follicles need to hit the damn pavement. I already have enough problems.
I think I wanna see MJ's flick.
Bought my lottery tickets yesterday. Scratch off ticket was a loser. Put some boots on layaway to get out for my birthday. Yep, layaway. It is what it is. The days of instant gratification are over.