Holy Moses in a popsicle truck, Kevin got a JOB!

It would be unfair to K-dog to say that he hasn’t been keeping up his share of the roomate duties, ’cause he has. Bills are piling up a bit, but it’s not his fault. He wasn’t some deadbeat flake sitting around the house doing nothing and living off the Government Teat. He has, however, been around. A LOT!

Like Sarah, I am happy for the man, and like Sarah, I can maybe confess to some selfish joy at the fact that I will have the house to myself during the day for a while. I work nights, he works days, so we wont see each other much and we’ll both have more privacy, which is good for me since he’s the first roomate I have had in five years. More than anything, this makes Kevin happy, makes him feel better, means he gets along with others better, means that I won’t have to kill him for making me crazy. Thank goodness.

Who wants a popsicle?