No need to apologize…

All day long yesterday, I heard the annoying beep of a cell phone. The beep that let’s the owner know they missed a call.

“Hey Roman, check your damn calls,” I said to my friend, sure it was his phone.

“It’s not my phone, Stewie. I left mine at home today. Sorry.” He replied.

“No need to apologize. It’s not your phone.”

“No,” he said. “I was saying sorry because now you have nothing to bitch about.”


I laughed…

I’m an agressive driver.

Not so much that I tailgate people, or run them off the road, but I do not put up with any dicking around by other drivers–if it’s within my control.

Today I had some errands to run, so I headed to the highway. I got on the on-ramp and immediately prepared to merge.

I noticed a truck coming up on the lane I was merging into, so I sped up.

So did he.

So I sped up more because I was running out of room. And, as soon as I did, he did.

This motherfucker wasn’t going to let me in. And it wasn’t like he couldn’t get over one lane to let me in–the two lanes to his left were empty. He was just being a dick.

So, since I was running out of room, I started to drift over.

I was watching him in my side mirror the entire time I was drifting.

I saw him start yelling.

I saw him honking his horn (heard it, too).

I saw the front end of his car dip down quickly as he put on his brakes.

In my review mirror, after I was over, I saw him throwing his arms up in disgust as he yelled at me.

I laughed.

Fuck you, you old bastard. Maybe next time you’ll show some courtesy.

I know he was probably pissed off for awhile afterwards.

That makes me smile even now.

The point is…

When I was 21 or 22, I moved out of my parent’s house and into my own place with my then girlfriend.

We eventually broke up (after a couple years), and I moved in with two friends, Nicki (my current roomie) and Deanna.

Jack Tripper in the hizzie.

Deanna moved out, and mike moved in. Then Jeff.

Then Mike moved to Cali, and Nicki moved to Florida.

So it was me and Jeff for awhile, until Jason moved in. He ended up getting kicked out.

Then my then girlfriend moved in, Jeff moved to Baltimore, another Mike moved in, then moved out and me and the now ex got a house.

Things obviously didn’t work out, and she moved out. Coincidently, around the same time, Nicki had since moved back to Maryland, and her current lease where she was staying was up.

So we became roommate (or housemates, or whatever) again. That was about four or five years ago.

The point is, since I’ve moved out of the folks’ house, I’ve always lived with someone, but that is changing by the end of this year.

Nicki and I talked about it, and it’s time to be roommate free. Nicki has been the best roommate someone could ask for, but I think I’ve reached the point where I want to live alone, as has she. And the reason is simple:

I want to run around the house naked.

I can’t do that with a roommate.

Well, I could, but they might not like it. And, yes, that is surprising considering I’m Mr. Sexy.

People just don’t know what they are missing.