9 weeks into this, and the 'project' is still the biggest secret I keep from many of my friends. I decided from the beginning that it would be a 'need-to-know' basis, which meant either I could sleep at your place or I could keep stuff at your place. Since then I've revealed to a lot to people where there was no benefit, and shied away from it when someone truly could have helped me out. Every now and then someone overhears something, finds out that way, and everything turns into a sitcom for about five minutes. Neither of my roommates from last year have any idea. Maybe half the people I work with have heard from one source or another. Most importantly, my parents have no clue and I intend to keep it that way. I don't tell most people I meet, and when I'm pressed, I lie about it. So, here I come clean.
"I live on Veteran. Near Strathmore."
Well, actually... the graveyard side of Veteran is the best place to hunker down for the night because no one walks on that side of the street. So I "live" there as many nights as I can find a spot. The vague area around Veteran and Strathmore is also where Jack lives, and this has become a second home for me.
"I get a nice view of Westwood from my place too."
From any angle you could possibly imagine.
"I don't cook much anymore. No time."
No kitchen.
"I'm more of a morning person myself."
The sun is up by 7. On hot days it takes a good two hours before you can start to cook something in that sun. I'm up around 8.
(To the boss, interviewer, or judge) "Traffic wasn't bad this morning."
I slept in your parking lot last night so I wouldn't have to 'drive here' this morning.
"I'm going to bed, goodnight."
I've slept on a bed once this quarter. It was the night I spent in the hospital.
"Yeah you should come over sometime."
I'll show you around the trunk.
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