Oh, so they have internet on computers now!

Well, for a while there I was without Internet, what a strange and confusing ride that was. But I have returned, so now for some backtracking...

Where exactly have I been? The short answer is I moved out of my commune and into a two bedroom apartment less than a block from the beach. It was a pretty sweet setup, I even got used to not relying on the internet for my entertainment and gasp, went outside and walked around Venice for amusement. But, alas, it wouldn't be my life if something didn't go wrong. That something was my roommate who took an immediate dislike to my presence in her home. I'm not sure why she felt hostility toward me, maybe when I cleaned the apartment I destroyed an ecological experiment she had going on. I could have sworn when I cleaned out the fridge I heard someone screaming very quietly, noooo! I'll never know the reason, but all that matters is she kicked me out.

So a mere month after moving I was on the apartment/room hunt again. I already posted about my first response to the add I posted on Craigslist, but I'm happy to say I did get some decent responses mixed in with the people who would only consider me as a roommate if I submitted a picture of myself, creepy.

So with mere days to spare, I found a place in a good location, near buses and downtown. The room wasn't available right away so Joe and Elissa were kind enough to let me crash on their couch until move in day. Which, I might add is Tuesday. Or I should say, was going to be Tuesday.

My new landlord/roommate has been emailing me at least twice a day since I agreed to move in, at first very humorous emails, but they quickly progressed into the category of 'is he kidding, I can't tell', and from there it has only digressed. He seemed concerned about things such as how long I take in the shower, could people use the bathroom while I'm in the shower, do I listen to loud music, do I cook everyday, etc. Fair enough, he just wants to know about the person moving into his home, wants to set some boundaries and rules, I can live with that.

To assuage his fears I invited him over to dinner the other night along with my former roommate and Joe and Elissa. Let's just say the plan backfired. The very next morning he emailed me offering me a full refund, saying basically he didn't think it would be a good idea for me to live there (full story provided upon request). So....what to do. Move in anyway with a man I'm starting to suspect isn't all there in the sane department, or cut my losses and take the out he's given me. I have one day to decide...what to do, what to do.