The Moby Files: v2.0

In a completely different train of thought, I can’t remember if I mentioned my hoe-bag roomie (link is totally NSFW) has decided to move to New York.  He leaves on the 30th for a month to see if he can find work.  He keeps telling me he hasn’t decided for sure yet but it is pretty obvious he is planning on moving.  I haven’t decided if I plan to replace him yet.  The extra money is nice but I’ve reached an age where the thought of having a complete stranger live w/me isn’t overly appealing.  A couple of his friends have expressed an interest but we’ll see. 

Considering I recently forked over $2500 in fees relating to the land my Dad left my brothers and I, I probably should consider a roomie for awhile.  I’ll probably have to fork over another 3Gs to finish everything.  I’m not the least bit happy but we are fast approaching a legal deadline to complete the transition.  If I didn’t pony up the dough, the land could have gone into a sort of legal limbo status that could take years to sort out. 

Needless to say, yours truly will be broke for awhile.  Even worse, courtesy of George “Dumbass” Bush, the taxes on my bracket have gone up.  I’m sure our new leader-in-competence will sort it all out however, that doesn’t help me this year.  I just keep telling myself I’m grateful to have a job.  I know many aren’t doing so well right now and things will get worse before they get better.