New year, new face

So the roommates came closer to finding someone they liked to replace Aye tonight. A girl that responded to the ad was cool, funny, and not too overbearing. She even went to the same university as Bee! What are the chances?

If they decide on a roommate, I won't have to put on a smiley face for too much longer. It's hard to not jump on legs and lick faces when they're right in front of me. But alas, I retreat so that potentials aren't too scared off by my affections.

Ah, Bee will be off snowboarding for New Year's, leaving Dee to babysit (read:protect) me in the apartment while she's gone. Cee might convince her to leave the couch before the ball drops in Times Square drops, but we'll see.

Aye? We don't care.

I'm going to take a few days off to reflect on the past year and drum up some resolutions. I'll be back on the third.

Happy New Year, y'all.

Roommates

So the search is on for the potential replacement for Aye. At this point, anyone would be better than her in the eyes of the roommates. Tensions are high. Yesterday when Bee, Cee and Dee were showing the place, Aye demanded that Dee go into the room with anyone that is coming to see it. DUH!

No, we were going to let strangers take off their clothes, strike a downward dog and chant 'ohm' to see if they were able to find balance within the room.

Cee snickered in Aye's face. Aye didn't like that, so she slammed the door when she left, then returned to supposedly "change her coat" and left so she could slam the door again. Craaaaa---zzyyyy.

Cee diagnosed her with having some three named psychosomatic disorder that I couldn't pronounce, but it sounded like it went beyond common medical treatment via drugs. She would need thorough behavioral treatment.

Not surprised.

Overheard

in the living room:

Bee and Dee were talking about not having to go to work ever again if their imaginary rich boyfriends would take care of them.
Dee hoped her real-life boyfriend, London Fling, would take the role of Prince Charming, while Bee considered her friend J, a guy she's known for seven years and who takes her out to the nicest restaurants in the city all in an effort to woo her over. In reality, Bee will have no parts of him, claiming she's just not attracted.

Dee: Why can't London Fling just move here and take care of me already?
Bee: Yeah, that would be nice. I may have to just cave in and marry J.
Dee: Yeah, get on that.
Bee: I mean I'd get nice meals, a great two bedroom in Brooklyn, anything I wanted! And he'd treat me like a princess.
Dee: Yeah, and buy you diamonds!
Bee: (eyes popping open) Yeah!
Dee: Can't you just try one lil' kiss to see if you like him?
Bee: (twisting her face up) No,.....
Dee: Well, we need to do something so we can sit here and eat bon bons all day instead of working.
Bee: Yeah! We need someone to buy us diamonds AND bon bons!
Dee: Yeah!

And so it has been written. Food, shelter and diamonds. Those are a girl's basic needs.

My first Christmas

Happy Holidays, y'all. Man it was a good one. A whole week of eating, playing with Bee's mom's dog, Trinity, and roaming around 2.5 acres of snow and forest.

Good times.

Lessee, what happened.... Well, Bee bought her mom an iPod, so she spent hours blasting Eminem at full volume and bobbing her head while she danced in the living room.

Bee bought her dad a stainless steel grill, which he loved. Although he had had a lot of eggnog, so I think he was too tipsy to show his true appreciation. He did three "oh, wows!" and then pass out.

Bee didn't do too bad herself, walking away with new bathroom products, a sweater and some baubles.

Today, Bee and I returned to the craziness. Unfortunately, Aye was the first person who greeted us. She is vacating the apartment a month early after a loud bust-up with the neighbors that left her two shakes away from a restraining order against her ignorant ass. Aye threw a loud holiday party just three days before Bee and I took off for Michigan and disrupted the neighbors. Aye responded by threatening the guys life upstairs, bounding up the stairs yelling "I'LL KICK YOUR FUCKING ASS, YOU ASS HOLE!!" and had to be restrained by Bee and her ex-boyfriend.

All this because the guy asked her to turn the music down so his wife and 6-day old baby could sleep.

So now, Aye's basically evicted. Yeah.

Moving on, Bee is gearing up to return to work tomorrow, so to avoid the stress inflicted on her by Aye, she sucked down a glass of two-week-old red wine to take the edge off.

Cee is off with her Spanish Boyfriend. After she spent half the day munching croissants while reciting poetry in bed, they decided to leave the bedroom and walk the slick, sleet soaked streets of Manhattan.

We haven't seen them since.

Lastly, Dee, who has been Aye's rock-hard comrade in the fight to rid Aye of the apartment, is downstairs unpacking from her trip to Connecticut. She's expecting London Fling to return in another two weeks. Lovely.

I know, I know

I haven't posted anything in a week! Unfortunately, my absence will continue, because Bee and I are going on vacation. Not sure I'll have a chance to holla before the new year, but I'll be back in '06 with a vengeance.

Will disperse gossip from the roomies upon my return...

What the eff?

So Bee, eager and impeccibly dressed Monday morning, walks me over to the Next Door Neighbor's House, ready to drop me off for my daylong play date. She rings the bell, and what happens?

That bastard didn't open the door.

We are officially never speaking to him again.

What's this white stuff?

Number of roommate sleeping here: three
Number of roommates that will be sleeping here tonight: four (Cee left for New Orleans today, but the London Fling returns for another two weeks.)
Number of roommates that drank last night: two
Number of roommates that woke up before noon: one
Number of inches of snow on the ground: two

This white stuff on the ground is weird. It makes me really cold, since my paws are basically being frozen with each step.
This morning was the first time that I experienced snow in my life. It's soft, yet cold, so Bee has to make sure I'm sawthed in cahsmere any time we go out.

So after Bee chickening out last week and not going next door to let me frolick with the Next Door Neighbor's dog, she is sacking up and dropping me off tomorrow. NDN made fun of her for not knocking on the door last week. "I was there!" he said.

Of course he was there, because he DOESN'T DO ANYTHING ALL DAY.

December 1

Bee mentioned something about me getting dressed up in some elf costume for the holiday party Aye is throwing in two weeks. Why is it I always have to dress up in the humiliating costumes anytime there's a celebration around here?

Damn. Can't they just leave a sista alone?

In other news, Aye officially got word that she's moving to California in March. It took the roommates all of three minutes to get an ad up on craiglist looking for a new roommate.

I hear Cee is planning a fireworks display in honor of Aye's relocation.