The Boot!

You ever have somebody just plain drag you down? I hope not, because, oof! That's the worst!

Now you're wondering how I know this, right? I hear it rattling around in your heads like, "Wait, Sash lives with a freakin' boatload of awesome people, doesn't she? Has she been holding out on us and not letting on that one of them is an el stinko?"

Well, it's an indirect kinda thing. Obviously, my whole crew of yams is a hundred percent fab-o-king-crab-o with the perfect amount of melted butter on the side. Buhhhht we've had this non-yam roommate for a while who's been cramping our style like a charley horse in both legs on top of it being that time of the month squared. Maybe even cubed.

And they just moved! SCORE!!!

My boyfriend was forever stressing over this person and what kind of griping and complaining they'd get up to next, or trash they'd leave out all over the place. You name it, they'd complain about it or mess it up or park their car in the way of right where we needed our car to go.

And how many pictures do you need to hang in the middle of the night? How loud does every podcast you listen to have to be? Why are you always leaving dirty dishes in the sink when we're doing you a favor letting you stay here?

Anyway, between dealing with their crap and dealing with MSG's stress over their crap, we've had months of style-cramps by the mega-amps, and now all of that is rearview-mirrorsville!

Congratulations, us!

With any luck, we can get back to our more usual selves now and start cranking out more blog posts and gaming and everything.

Sooo ....

LET'S JAM!

Sashagirl!