Weekends.

I had a good one this past. I thought it was going to be strange to introduce E to my family, and yet, i was comfortable. One day soon i'll get my own compy set up in my new place. One day soon i'll get a new place.
It's a strange thing to live by oneself. I have never done it before. There have always been a multitude of weirdos around my house, walking around naked, whipping strange men in the living room, fighting over the rules of the dungeon in the garage, arguing with the neighbors about the dogs, trying to sleep with everyone else in the house, using all the hot water, and never taking out the trash. I want to have my own place surrounded by my own things and my own energy. I don't want to walk up to my door and have no idea who might be naked within. I'm done worrying about if the neighbor's ex girlfriend is going to show up and break all the windows again. I'm through being concerned about putting someone out by having friends stay the night. The explanations about BDSM, or the crazy people my girlfriend (now ex) hangs out with, are no longer the preface to "please, come in".
I'm staying with E until i can save enough to fix my car and get a deposit together. Even when i have my own place, i don't imagine being there too terribly often. E is very persuasive.