Computers are taking over. It's costing us our social skills-we don't know how to talk to our neighbors anymore. It's sad!Now, this is absurd on many levels, the most clear-cut being twisted reasoning that I wasn't talking to RM because of some computer addiction, rather than because he'd completely alienated me and made me wary of showing him any modicum of friendliness. Anyway, he's out--as is his stuff--and I'm ready to move on. Gracie, not so much. After he left, she let out this 'meow?' as in, where's my friend going. All I could say was, 'sorry, Gracie. I understand where you’re coming from, but it's for the best. Oh, and this doesn’t mean you need to be all over me more than usual, as you have been for the last week or so.'
Now it's time to get some incense and clear his presence from that room. And start an indoor garden in there, once I rearrange the furniture--dude had a horrible sense of feng shui. I'll clean the whole house--I could definitely use a cleaning ritual to mark his departure. I won't change the locks--he returned the key, and I trust he hasn't made a copy of it--but I will change the alarm code. Even though he hasn't lived here for almost a week now, there's something cathartic about his having officially moved out. The Roommate Experiment has come to a peaceful conclusion.
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I'm so glad that chapter of your life is over. Congrats! Congrats! If you were in California, I'd be advising you to burn lots of sage to get rid of the spirit of that clueless idiot. But since you're in DC, I'll just advise jumping up and down.
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