And then... there were 3.

I can't do anything but type this right now. The servers are down at work, and I got into this window just in time to fill it up with nonsense. Let's see. We'll start with what I did yesterday, and then move into some actual discussion of sorts.

I worked yesterday. From 7:45a - 5:00p. I stopped on the way home and had a beer with Zeke because I wanted to talk to him about some things going on at work. He abruptly left me at the bar after beer #1 so I was facing some options. Option #1: Sit at the bar for 55 minutes and then take the bus home. Option #2. Walk home in the rain. I went for Option #2. It was fine by me. It was drizzling and not very cold, so I was fine with the walk. Today? I'm going straight home and cleaning my room. I think I need to cancel my plans with Brandon tomorrow so I can get the basement cleaned up because I don't want my landlords goofy demands cutting into my weekend. F him. I watched the Phillies play last night, and ate some leftover food from Monday. Not the most eventful night ever... but boy did I ever sleep well. From 10p - 6:30a. My body is not used to that, but it certainly welcomed it. I got some big news. Brace yourselves. Bloggers.

So... Missy is moving out of our house. Great, you might think. Awesome, you might say. Rad, it might be. Expensive, it might get. Move, we might. Find another roommate, we could. Live with a stranger who needs a room, we won't. Blah blah blah, we blah.

Not sure how the old gang over at 229 Noble Street is gonna get out of this jam, but certainly we will find a way, and move forward with our lives. Either rent gets more expensive, Mike Nez moves in, we go our separate ways, or we move to another house. These are our options. I don't know which one we will be exercising as of right now. I think it's time to have a Real World moment and call a "House meeting, ya'll". Hopefully Puck shows up. That dude was always covered in tattoos, cool wounds and scars, and he didn't take any shit from anyone.

Chad sent an email to us yesterday saying Missy had given her 2 months notice. I find this to be amazing because instead of being the bigger person and sitting down with the people she's lived with for the past 3 years, she was perfectly fine to make this known through a 3rd party. It's a pretty chickenshit way to deal with your "friends" but it certainly reflects on how much that friendship meant, and how long we're really going to speak, much less be cordial in the future. Chad also suggested in his email that he could find someone to live with us. Really? Our landlord could "place" us with a roommate? That seems like a surefire way to wind up dead in a bag in the basement, or shirtless fighting a 40 year old pervert in the front yard. I'd rather dip into the well of creeps and perverts I already know and take my chances that way.

I can't say I'll be heart broken to move out of this dump. I hate the landlord, the neighborhood has too many kids, and not enough quiet, and I think we can find something cheaper in the same locale. I need to find somewhere that will accept pets, because I'm not leaving Jim behind anywhere. I'll live in someones garage, or in a box in the rain before I give up the cat. When we got him we signed up for the long haul, and he's my best friend and not going anywhere. This is a big concern of mine right now. I care more about where he is going to live than where I am going to live. I wish it was affordable to live on my own. I wish I made enough money to get my own small house and live by myself. I don't. I won't be. That 5% is looking mighty important right now... wonder if I can ever plan on getting that back... hmph.

Let's shift the topic for a bit and move onto some thought provoking conversation. What scares me? I'm not going to do this in list form because I have a feeling it makes for better rambling words than it does a shitty list with no explanation. I'm scared of bees. I just came to this realization this year. I used to be a little timid around them because I'm sure that one of those little bastards is going to sting me. I haven't been savagely attacked by a bee in almost 10 years, but I remember it being a shitty time. I don't want to have that happen again.

I'm scared of ignorance. I'm scared that I share the world with a bunch of people who are afraid to share the world with a bunch of people. How's that for some amazing hypocrisy? I'm scared of people who aren't tolerant of other peoples differences and other peoples opinions. I'm scared to think that what I think, or what you think, might threaten me, or you.

I'm scared of the mall. There isn't a bigger collection of thoughtless drones on the planet. Awesome. Let's put them all in one building and then not nuke and pave the whole thing? Let's let them shop! They can all aspire to be the same thing with no free thought of their own. See above.

I'm scared that if I ever (gasp) have children they're going to grow up in this world of constant threats, increasing ignorance, more bees, and that they might never see trees, grass, or an unsafe swing set. My grandparents never had a cell phone, and my grandchildren would never have to face entertaining themselves without the aid of technology. We're quickly turning ourselves into a huge group of people who are afraid "to be alone with their own thoughts". I'm no better. I've got headphones in my big ol' goofy ears, or music coming out of a speaker somewhere for the better part of my days. Is this because I'm scared to be alone with myself, or because I like to have a soundtrack to what it is I do on a daily basis? I choose the latter, but who knows.

I'm scared about how safe everything has, and is becoming. When I was a kid there was no thought of having disinfectant wipes at the "cart area" of the grocery store. There were germs, no one cared, nothing has changed... there are still germs. Why the huge concern now? When I was a kid I played on metal playgrounds, with rusty chains for the swings. Kids now have everything coated in plastic or rubber and safety is key. I had transformers made out of die-cast metal, so if I friend gets out of line you can chuck Bumblebee at him and produce results. Not anymore. Things have just become too safe, and we protect our kids from things that we were never protected from, and never need to be protected from.

Growing up is impossible anymore. There isn't any growing up being done as you look around... it seems we're all just growing old.