Nothing but the truth

Well here it is folks, the beginning of the next chapter of my life.  I’ve avoided posting this post like the plague, but I feel I can’t wait any longer.  Ugh.  I’m getting nauseous just thinking about posting this.

Anyway, I have finally finished moving, again.  The apartment that I found is a huge and beautiful apartment in a house that was built in the 1800’s.  It has fireplaces, wood floors, and 20 foot ceilings with chandeliers in each room.  I even have a balcony overlooking one of the best streets in New Orleans.  I’m definitely going to enjoy that come Mardi Gras. 🙂

That’s the good part, now for the bad part.  The bad part is that I’m having to hunt for a job ASAP, and I didn’t get my trike moped.  Well, those are two of the bad parts.  Another bad part is that I had to pay a price for this great apartment.  I have a roommate.  Now, at this point I could either avoid telling you the whole truth of the matter, or I could just flat-out lie, but I’m a terrible liar.  Instead I’m just going to go full-out and tell the complete truth.  You’re probably not going to like it.  I’m fairly certain that you’re going to think I’ve lost my mind completely.  Don’t be too quick to judge though.  I have my reasons for doing what I have done, even if they have become a bit fuzzy since I moved in here.

I have a roommate.  My roommate’s name is, drum roll please, Manwhore!  (I told you I dreaded posting this.)  I bet that wasn’t what you were expecting.  I wasn’t expecting it either, but as usual I did something without completely thinking things through first.  Now don’t misunderstand, I did think long and hard about it, but I just couldn’t get past the part where I’d be living in the best neighborhood in possibly the coolest city in the South.  I’m a sucker for a great location.  So shoot me.

I know you probably think I’m completely insane at this point, but please hear me out.  First of all, Manwhore and I discussed this in great detail before actually moving in together.  We tried to plan for any issues that may come up later on, and we both agreed that just being friends and roommates is the best thing for us now.  He knows how I feel about him and vice versa.  We are great friends, we both care about one another, and in a city this big it’s nice to know that I have someone watching my back.

Is it the perfect living situation?  No, of course not.  Is my relationship with Manwhore a severely dysfunctional one?  Definitely.  Will it eventually blow up like my sister keeps telling me it will?  Probably.  Has any of that deterred me from staying here?  Nope.

Now that I’ve dropped the bomb about my living with Manwhore I can move on to posting about some of the women he has brought home so far.  It has become painfully obvious that his taste in women sucks.  I guess that’s why he can’t commit to me.  I’m too good for him.  LOL  You should see some of the trash that he’s brought home so far.  Anyway, more on that later.

Don’t worry, I’ve had a few conquests of my own that I need to tell you about. 😉  Right now I’m headed up to my sister’s to babysit my nephew tomorrow.  Have a great weekend!

Happy humping!

8 thoughts on “Nothing but the truth

  1. Good luck on your new “chapter”. Keep us posted on the ins and outs… LITERALLY 😀
    Looking forward to hearing about your newest conquests 🙂

    Happy Holidays !

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