and here I worried he was ill

*stretches* There’s something so very nice to waking up to someone who simply wants to burrow into you back. Like angle filled cats intertwining thier tails and paws on a sun warmed quilt. I’m certainly not used to getting a ride home in the morning. Uncommon that, though honesty begs me to note that so is sleeping comfortably next to someone these days.

Change strikes blandly this morning.

Looking for a roomate isn’t going to be simple. My amazing one is considering finding a small place of his own in Burnaby. I’ve never lived with anyone as nice as Gavin or as fun. I can’t imagine a personality that could replace him. Not a realization that sends me flying closer to the sun in joy. Certainly, too, I can’t imagine I’m easiest to live with. Lately I’ve been having to come to terms with the fact that, yeah, I’m a tiny bit odd.  My hours are less than blue-collar and I welcome strangers sleeping in my livingroom. I probably wander around in towels too much too. Later today I’m going to have to start writing an advert to pass around. Something convincing, where the reader likes what they find in spite of my purple tophat. Don’t particularly know how to do that, but there’s a first success in all things. Has anyone here ever written a successful roomate lure?

For starters: One bedroom in a two bedroom apt near Commercial Drive. $410/month + utilitites. If you think I’m cute, you’re not allowed to live here.

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