Anyone wanna live with me?

My house­mate is throw­ing a tem­per tantrum and threat­en­ing not to move in. Swell. This is at the very eleventh hour, and puts Arpine and I in a pret­ty awk­ward posi­tion. He does­n’t like that Arpine did­n’t tell him to just take over the entire apart­ment with his stuff. He said to her, “I’ve already had a moth­er, and I’m in ther­a­py about that. I don’t need anoth­er one.”

Yeah, the rest of us have had dra­ma queens before. get over your­self, d00d.

Appar­ent­ly he freaked out because he did­n’t want to live in a house with some­one who does­n’t drink. Or he’s not com­fort­able because he thinks I’ll be uncom­fort­able with there being drink­ing in the house. Maybe I’m over­think­ing this, but does­n’t that sound a lit­tle like some­one who wants oth­er peo­ple who drinks like he does around?

Actu­al­ly, from his behav­ior I’d guess that his drug of choice goes up his nose. But now I’m total­ly speculating.

So it’s a beau­ti­ful place and we’re look­ing for peo­ple that are trust­wor­thy and not total­ly high-maintenance.

I’d like to have my room with the deck and the bath­room, but this guy back­ing out on the day he was going to move in just spells trouble.