It has been decided, I'll be living in a van down by the river in 30 days. Well, technically it's my friend's basement. He lives a few steps from a lake, but he doesn't own a van. Nor do I. Though I missed getting stuck with a Chevy Uplander for my work vehicle by mere inches.

I had a couple choices in where I could crash while I wait for the timing of the move to take shape. In the end it came down to who I'd be putting out. One friend has a kid and a husband working third shift. The other has no kids and works the same sort of job I do, which is to say we'd have plenty of time to work in late afternoon rounds of golf.

I'll certainly be spending less money to live there than I do here. We're putting in our 30 day notice to vacate today. I could tell he wanted to move in with his girlfriend sooner rather than later. Coming home to an apartment with near empty cupboards because he moved all of his plates, glasses, etc. to his lady's place was a pretty solid indicator. Nothing gets by the Bracelet.

It'll be a minor pain in the ass to move. I won't be bringing much to my friend's place. My bed, some clothes, and maybe a bedside table will be good. No need to set much up. Hell, I'll probably live out of boxes until I ultimately move to a new state. Even if that takes a year I have no problem with suitcase-style living. I think I secretly enjoy it, actually.

Plus Elizabeth will probably give me a list of things I can either sell or destroy, which will cut down the volume of items being shuffled around. Most of the things I feel are Elizabeth approved will go in a storage unit. I have space in the one I use for work, but if need be I found some pretty sweet deals for additional space at the same place. Plus they have a Uhaul-style moving truck which they allow you to use free with new rentals. I think I can talk them into letting me use it even if I don't rent a new unit because I never used it the first time I rented and I could sell a ketchup popsicle to a woman in white gloves.

With some of the money I'll be saving I've been jotting down a list of things I can spend it on...

Losing at blackjack
Losing at poker
Hobo materials
Man Cave essentials

It's an incomplete list, but I think it's coming around nicely.

I've had an interesting bunch of dreams lately. It seems that daily topics are making their way into my head each night, which is very much unlike me. Usually my dreams rarely reference my current thoughts with such focus. After writing a story to submit for Pauly's Truckin' I hit the sack that night and had a dream about the subject of that story attempting to seduce me, which was kind of what the story I wrote was about.

Rather than the pudgy, real life version of the girl, I had a hot version of her trying like hell to get me in the sack. My stupid brain thinks banging hot chicks in dreams is cheating apparently, as I repeatedly deflected her advances because of Elizabeth.

My subconcious is a pussy.

That is all.
  1. elizabeth

    May 20, 2008 at 12:49 PM

    "I could sell a ketchup popsicle to a woman in white gloves."

    truer words were never spoken. also, your hobo living situation means you're going to have to come visit me exclusively until the big move. i mean, i can't be expected to visit you under those conditions, right? sweet.

  1. The Wife

    May 22, 2008 at 1:55 PM

    You know, without offending Elizabeth, your subconscious is a pussy. That's where you SHOULD be nailing everyone else, so you don't have to do it in real life.

    At least, that's my opinion. Maybe DrChako thinks I'm a dream slut for that.