Ok here goes

So I still dont have internet at my new place yet, but conveniently enough, I live right around the corner from a really cool coffee bar called Korova (named after the infamously fucked up movie "A Clockwork Orange") and they have free wireless internet which I am mooching off of as we speak. But the people here are really cool and they make one a damn good smoothie. Ok enough bullshit. So basically I just moved into a new place because my previous roommate fucked up on paying the rent on time and wound up getting himself evicted. This may have had something to do with the fact that he was a gambling addict and did nothing but play partypoker.com at home and then go out to the casino to play poker some more. But don't get me wrong, he didn't go broke and fail to pay the rent. In fact he makes a fortune playing poker, hundreds of dollars a day playing online, and 5 times that taking trust fund babies' money at the casino on a Friday night. I think he's recently stopped his day job since he no longer needs the funds. So I think his failure to pay the rent on time had more to do with the fact that he fucked up and paid the rent with the wrong checking account (the one with no money in it). Now I wasn't on the lease, I was just renting out the other room, so I was more irritated than anything else, seeing as how by default I was going to have to move out since the place was in his name. I could have taken over the lease and stayed, but that wouldve involved a year contract, a huge hastle, finding a new roomate that wouldnt kill me in my sleep, and living 25 minutes from anything fun. Besides, the management there were a bunch of pricks who I am glad to have nothing to do with anymore. So here I am, after 2 weeks of intense marathon house hunting, I found a pretty nice 2BR/2Bth condo in a kick ass neighborhood that's close to everything. My roomate is a bartender named James who between him and his friends, wouldn't be able to walk down any street in San Diego without 10 people yelling his name and saying "what's up", "how's in goin", or some derivation of a greeting. Needless to say, I've met a few people since knowing him...some cool, some not, but whatever, it's always good to meet new people. Who knows how this new living situation will work out, he could still kill me in my sleep...he might just be waiting to find out how many friends I have that would come looking for me if I disappeared. I'll keep you posted. But James talks fast and moves fast, and since his car broke down a couple days ago, he's been jogging to and from work (about 4 miles each way), so he could either be in great shape or a meth addict. I have faith, though. But if there's not another blog entry within the next week....come looking for me. Thanks.