And a wonderful time. . .

was had by ME!!

My birthday was yesterday, and for the first time in6 years, I had an AWESOME Birthday! Awesome enough that I was able to ignore my roommate's attempt to be the victim in my moving out (long story, I'll get to that later).

So, I got up and went to work. Eh, work was quiet and didn't suck, so I'm counting it as part of the wonderfulness.

I got home, and Nick had made a falalfel feast with hot falafels, warm pita, hummus, TO DIE FOR yogurt sauce, cucumbers, tomatoes, feta, and olives. He's amazing. He also made a hugely yummy apple spice cake w/ cream cheese frosting. The most wonderful part of this all was that Nick isn't a big birthday person. He could take or leave them. But he did all this work because birthday's are important to me. :D

After dinner and cake, we played a couple of rounds of "Kill Dr. Luckey". Awesome game. Take Clue. Now, instead of trying to find out who done it, you're trying to do it! Its a great game. After that, well, its none of your business, but the evening wasn't over and I'm not giving details, cuz I don't give naked details. At least not in a blog!

That was my wonderful birthday.

Now the Roommate:

See, we are in the process of checking w/ Nick's landlord about my moving in (see previous post). I've told my roommate this. So yesterday AM, I get a nasty gram informing me that I need to do something about my cat. I emailed her back, and told her that as soon as I get word from the landlord, I'll be removing my cat from her presence, and shortly thereafter my stuff, even though I've agreed to pay rent until January 31, when the lease is up. So. then she gets all whiney and petulant, she didn't understand I'd be moving that soon, and its so sudden (when I told her over a week ago), and did I really want to do this (Oh HELL YEAH). Then she gets nasty about money, and the "detruction" of property. I told her I'm gluing the toilet paper holder back on, I'll take an itemized reciept from the rental company for the carpet, from which I will demand that my pet deposit, and the $50/month pet fee I've been paying be subtracted from the total, and as for the disposal, it worked fine the last time I was using it, but if she wants to charge me, I'll pay it to shut her up. Long and short, the Princess is workign up to a nice steaming bowl of victimization complex. Let her. Bitch can do whatever the hell she wants when I'm not there any more. I simply cannot live with her squallor any longer. Las t time I was there, it smelled like something had died, to the point where I couldn't smell the cat box at all.

Can I just say how much I want out of there?