I feel like calling her Drew

I dunno. My roommate reminds me of Drew Carey. I keep wanting to call her Drew. Except she's not near as funny.
Seriously, I have to vent. How can you sit on the couch day in and day out watching tv and movies and NOT GOING ANYWHERE except to get smokes, food or methadone?
Every day I come home, they are sitting in the same spots. OR one of them is asleep on the couch, zonked out and snoring. TV on.
They really are nice but nice isn't enough in this world of mine. I need to be surrounded by people who DO, who MOVE and SHAKE.
Granted, they are going to jail soon... but in my world I trust not such good news and figure they'll get off and get probation and therefore be able to continue this life of Riley... and it's driving me somewhat nuts.
I saw an ad in the Craigslist the other day for an apartment in Five Points, that was in my rent scale and partly funded by HUD or something like that.
*sigh* I imagine a place of my own... if I can't find roommates that like to get off the couch once in a while, and that seems to be difficult around here ... I guess I better live alone.
So today I was so tired when I came home I didn't even shower. I fixed pork chops and lima beans and sat down to watch a movie ("the STRIKE": it's in Polish.)
It was really good! And I loved the background music. Very industrial. Anyhow... today, at work, it was busy as hell, as usual. I never did get to eat anything so I took two pork chops from Thursdays' special.
Brought that home and cooked it with some lima beans. Had to stop off at my sister's to walk her dogs and drop off the ipod, so I grabbed some chocolate for dessert. So, didn't have to go into the store.
I WANT to be true to myself, and that means going to STAR MARKET, in Five Points, instead of GHETTO
KROGER.
Star market is more fun, and Ingrid works there, and all the cool people shop there, why do I shop at Ghetto Kroger? (actually it's the second most ghetto Kroger).
I shop at Kroger because it's on the way home. BUT I HATE IT THERE!
So, I think that tomorrow I will make a special trip to go to Star Market and check it out and scope for Ingrid.
And if I see Ingrid I will ask for her e-mail.
maybe I can talk CL#3 into going for coffee at Olde Towne.
If not perhaps I can talk myself into a walk at Green mountain... who knows.
AW, CL#3 has to work overnite shifts this weekend, can't go anywhere (she just texted).
Bummer. My jaw is hurting... I have a feeling my teeth are about ready to revolt, and I'm sitting here waiting for my new dental insurance that I bought for myself to kick in FeB 1.
I feel bad tooth things coming my way if i don't get something done.
Anyhow, back to the roommates.
one thing also that irritates to NO END is this: there is the one roomie who is a student. she's a self-proclaimed hippie, which is awesome.
And she likes to cook and wants to get into veggie cooking etc etc, plus she's gregarious and likes to talk.
So I'll be alone in the kitchen doing something and she'll walk in and we'll start talking. Mostly she starts it up.
we get into some topic and pretty soon here comes her girlfriend, one of the two couch tumors.
Drew .
And Drew has changed from the usual fun loving couch tumor to a Cock-of-the-Walk, the way she walks in when hippie and I are talking, it makes me so uncomfortable.
Drew looks around and struts and pokes her chest out like a fucking rooster.
And asks what we are talking about then does an about face and heads for the fucking couch where she belongs. UGH.
Most of the time they are benign, the tumors, but...
I can't live with them too much longer. If they don't go to jail, I'll be looking for something in Five Points.
I need ... humans around, not meatbags. If I wanted plants I'd go buy some.
Sorry, I'm in a mood.
I need to do a gratitude list.
I do appreciate everything I have. I just want to be free of ... lumps. LOL, and I am talking about people who lay around.
I want to get out and do. First I need to be free of this job and secondly I need to be free of these roommates and third I need to be free of the SOUTH.
But FIRST I have to learn how to get along with everyone where I am at the moment, and learn to like it. And have fun despite them and include them if I can ...
I'm trying, ok? At least I haven't gotten drunk over my situation NOR have I chewed them out.
Progress, not perfection.
I am glad my boss sent me home that day. While I was out of work for the day and cruising the Parkway looking for jobs, I was in such a despair as to what I would do for work if he fired me.
I was in such a depression that day, that going BACK to that hellhole was a relief.
So his mission was accomplished. I think it was a suck ass thing to do, but... whatever.
I guess I needed it. I swallowed my pride and now I hate my job even more but I keep my mouth shut about it when boss man is in the room.