Blogging Bites me in the Ass
It's very strange living in the same house with someone who I blog about and knowing that he reads it.
Last night we were smoking and he popped off with "so you don't think we'll get along after a while, huh?"
Um...uh...
Well, of course not! Right now we're in the honeymoon phase of this process, but after a while we're bound to get on each other's nerves, and get snippy, and want some space away from each other. So far so good, but I'm realistic, we will get frustrated, we will get annoyed, at some point we'll probably seriously reconsider the whole cohabitating thing and wish we lived on our own again.
But... moving me in was such a pain in the ass that neither of us is looking forward to moving me out any time soon. So, we're gonna have to make it work.
Honestly though, he's really easy to live with. There are a lot of people I can't even handle to be in the same room with for more than a few hours, but Aaron's pretty low maintenance, and very easy-going.
Last night we were smoking and he popped off with "so you don't think we'll get along after a while, huh?"
Um...uh...
Well, of course not! Right now we're in the honeymoon phase of this process, but after a while we're bound to get on each other's nerves, and get snippy, and want some space away from each other. So far so good, but I'm realistic, we will get frustrated, we will get annoyed, at some point we'll probably seriously reconsider the whole cohabitating thing and wish we lived on our own again.
But... moving me in was such a pain in the ass that neither of us is looking forward to moving me out any time soon. So, we're gonna have to make it work.
Honestly though, he's really easy to live with. There are a lot of people I can't even handle to be in the same room with for more than a few hours, but Aaron's pretty low maintenance, and very easy-going.
posted by AnywhereEden | 8:29 AM
1 Comments:
You're ahead of me if Aaron's reading your blog. My hubby does not, and I'm always saying NICE things about him.
*I thought for sure Tom and I would get on each other's nerves. Not a good track record with roommates. But the only thing we fought about was money...and not until a year under the same roof.
When it's right, it's easier.
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