So tonight is the night.
After work, I will briefly visit my boyfriend at his apartment, maybe even have dinner with him.
Then I will go to my apartment, and ask the roomie if we can have a chat.
Then it will be said: "Roomie, I am moving out in January."
!!!
Actually, I'm probably making a bigger deal out of this than I should be. I'm starting to psyche myself out. This is in no way a big deal...unless he ends up having some sort of nervous breakdown, which, knowing my roommate, there's a 75% of that happening.
I'll try to take pictures so as to best capture the moment then blog about it. No, I'm kidding.
But I will tell you all what happens (so long as he doesn't murder me when I tell him the news).
Keep me in your Thoughts and Prayers, folks!
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This is seriously a big deal?
Jeez. Your life must be mad droll, Marcielago.
Also, I used the word "droll" wrong. I thought it meant, like, dry and boring, but it actually means, like, dry but humorous. That's pretty gay, dictionary. Way to make me look bad.
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