It's not even there...

It should be my cat, goddammit

12:54 am 08.09.03

It's a balmy Friday night and Tenshi is at home, listening to Collide while she does some cleaning of her profile (and I'll most likely archive my older entries after I finish this one) instead of being out, prowling the town. Unusual? Hmm... moreso perhaps than you might think.

It wasn't rare during the school year for a weekend to find Tenshi on her ass in front of a computer, but this time the solitude is self-enforced. Beej has gone to Outland with a couple of friends of his and I chose to remain behind. I said it was because I wanted to read (I've gotten halfway through The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty over the course of this evening) but really it was... well, mostly to get some time alone. I don't like being around him all of the time... mostly he's a cool guy but sometimes he just annoys the hell out of me. As you've probably heard me say before. I say it a lot.

I can't wait until we move out of this apartment. I don't know if I described all of its obscene glory in past entries, so I'm going to give you the details now.

This apartment is a one bedroom located in half the basement of a house on a street near campus. The neighborhood is filled with fratboys, sorority girls, and rowdy kids who have loud parties, play stupid music, set off fireworks, and get into fights and smash beer bottles in the middle of the night. The people in the building itself seem to be pretty nice, but I couldn't tell you for sure. Beej hasn't gotten to know them since he moved in... he's got a thing against... well, almost everyone who isn't queer and intellectual.

The apartment is a bit cramped for the two of us, but no more than my dorm room... the part that sucks the most is sharing this computer. Oh, and the fact that I sleep on the couch. We've only gotten into three fights in three months and those were mostly due to communcation issues. I only threatened to move out once.

The shower is like a closet. The cold water knob on the kitchen sink doesn't work. The window in the living room doesn't open. Also, since it's a basement, anyone walking by can see in. The entrance is on the side of the house, with a door to this apartment on the first floor and a set of stairs leading up to doors for more apartments on the second and third floors.

Some time ago the drywall on the ceiling of the entrance hall, for whatever reason, came smashing down. It has not been cleaned up. Today while Beej was roasting some chicken legs, the oven caught on fire and the apartment was filled with acrid smoke. The smoke alarm, however, did not go off. And I've killed four roaches since I've been here, though Beej swears there's never been an infestation before. I think they might be coming from the scary house across the alley, which is now empty for the summer.

The apartment we will be moving into has two bedrooms. It also has a bathtub, not just a cramped shower. Hopefully the oven and the sink will work properly as well.

I expressed interest in getting a cat when we move into the new apartment, and initially Beej was very hesitant. After all, he's allergic to cats, or so he was in his youth. Now, however, he seems pretty gung-ho, to a point that it's starting to annoy me. He wants a kitten, even though adopting an older cat would be cheaper and would require less attention initially. He also seems "creeped out" by the idea of disabled cats, even though those are the ones who need homes the most. When we were at Carmen's house, he was saying that the cat would be his. He also mentioned to both me and her witch familiars in conjugation with the cat, indicating to me that he expects this cat to be his familiar, or somesuch. I'm still debating whether or not it would be a good idea for the cat, whether we would be able to provide it with ample love and care, and he's already telling all of his friends that he is getting a cat for this apartment.

It was my idea. It should be my cat, goddammit. And I'm not getting a kitten.

I think I want to start using this journal more exclusively, like I used to. As much as I like my livejournal, I just don't feel like I can express my emotions as much there. It's pretty much inundated with fannish silliness and I kind of like it being the "fun" place while this is the "serious" one. Besides, fewer people who know me personally read here.

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