I just drank a bottle of wine and have been staring at the computer screen for ten minutes. (Deep breath.) ...I can't believe how many morons habitat this planet. It seems that most of them reside in New York City. They also seem to LOVE me, and gravitate my way--no matter how much I try to avoid them. First it was Crazy, then Douchbag McDouche, and now... I don't even know what to call him. I suppose SuperTard will suffice.

I met SuperTard when I lived with Crazy. He leased an office space in our building, and we struck up a friendship. When my lease ended at the Crazy apartment and Douchebag McDouche screwed me over, SuperTard convinced me to rent an apartment with him (separate rooms of course). Although I had already made plans to go to Aspen, I told him I would sign the lease so that I would have a place to stay upon my return. Although he tried to convince me not to leave, I left to work. I told him that he would enjoy having the apartment to himself for a while. And, I was stoked that I wouldn't have to deal with apartment hunting when I returned. Our agreement also had the following condition: we would not move in anyone (including future boyfriends or girlfriends).

The day after I signed the lease, I returned to Aspen. I've been in Aspen for five months, but return to New York in just ten days.

Tonight, I received a phone call from SuperTard. He wanted to let me know the following: he is now engaged to his new girlfriend (they met four months ago), she is expecting (two months along), and she had moved into our apartment. I can't even begin... (Sigh.)