The Nomad

Hello All.... I've decided to take the plunge and follow trend to be a blogger.
Whether you enjoy it or not...I don't really care because i can't see you, therefore you don't exist.

Be prepared to face my sarcastic wit.

So yesterday I moved into my first apartment. It's the 4th time I've moved in 2 years. My former roommate had decided to kick me out after only 3 months because I never cleaned up his messes or entertained his friends. Keep in mind, he asked me to move in, in the first place.

So yesterday as my friends were showing up to start loading, my roommate "Chumba" decided to be home yet lock me out. After 20 minutes of honking, screaming, and pounding, human ingenuity found it's way to my brother Rob who managed to pick the front screen door open with a crowbar.

Not once did Chumba rear his ugly head and the troop made the haul in one load. Then, we faced "The Third Floor" ..(duh, duh, duh)

In the end, everything made it up with minimal casualties and the first night alone went well.

Trust me, it wasn't a difficult decision to fly solo for a while. My first roommate was a friend from college. About a month after we moved in together, she discovered she would spawn twins and thus moved out a few months later leaving me to battle her evil friend Katie who was trying to convert to Islam at the time.

My second roommate was a friend I've had since childhood. Once again, within a month of me moving in, she too had succumbed to my fertility goddess powers got pregnant.

So I decided to live with Chumba. I knew it was probably a bad idea, as did the entire world around me but I didn't care.... oops.

Now my friends, I am embracing freedom and trying to stumble less over my own stupidity.

Hopefully my future broadcasts will be more coherent. Right now i'm pressed for time. LATER ;o)