One Down. Ninety Nine to Go
I’ve started to complete things on my 100 things to do before I die-list. The first item to be removed from the list was to resign from the state church. I’m an atheist, so it felt kind of natural. The state church gets money from the government based on how many members they have. For twenty five years they’ve received money for me, but that’s over now. I was a member in the first place because you’re automatically registered when you’re born. Or baptised. I can’t remember, but I’m both, so I was registered, too.
The other guy who lived in my apartment with Circus Mayhem (the single mother with a twelve year old girl and a five year old boy, who I’ve not mentioned much lately in an attempt to pretend they’re not there) decided to move out. He couldn’t stand the noise and decided to get an apartment somewhere else. Probably a smart move, I don’t think I’m that far behind him, depends on how steady my income will be over the next months.
Anyway, that he moved out means that someone else has to move in. So far two chicks and some guy has been here to have a look at the tiny room. The first girl was rejected by the single mother because she talked too much. The guy was just to tall for the room, he needed a double bed to sleep well and there is no way in hell you can get a bed like that into that room. Maybe if you placed it vertically. The other girl was here tonight, and she didn’t talk too much and she wasn’t that tall either, so she might take the room. It depended on her budget. She has a boyfriend who would probably visit rather frequently. The walls here are made of thin paper. I hope these people are very fundamentalistic Christians - as opposed to me.