just gave me his 30-day notice that he's moving out. I swear, I must have accidentally pissed off an evil gypsy drag queen who put me under a curse. At least it's not a problem with me - he's moving out to move in with a friend he's really close to. It screws me, but it's better for them.
I think I'm not going to rush getting another roomie. With the new job I can afford to keep the room vacant for a brief time, and wait until there's another person who I want to share my living space with. But damn, I need to hire a witch doctor to break this curse. This is way past old already.
Anyone need a place to live in SF?