My name is Josie and I live with 2 boys and my pet hamster, Julius Caesar. The boys are kind and the animal bites.
This blog chronicles my misadventures as I (drunkenly) maneuver through the dark tsetse fly-infested swampy marshes of Singlehood. My journey starts here.
It’s been almost a month since I’ve moved in, and I’m still finding socks in places where they should never be discovered. This blog will detail my life as I trek my way through the treacherous mine field that is living in a boys’ apartment.
The pad is curious and quaint, a combination of persian throw rugs and slightly broken furniture - but anything with a past always adds to its character. The kitchen table is a little messy, littered with cigarette ash, empty bottles of juice, and the occasional takeout container, which all three of us lovingly contribute to.
The boys are the bees knees. The best sort of people you could ever ask to be buddies with - they’ve been with me through the fat and chubby.
Did I mention they’re also musicians?
With a drum kit parked in the center of our living room and guitars laid against a broken chair, it all seems like a good idea until you realize you’re not a 16 year old groupie and you actually need to sleep.
And then there is me.
How did I get here?
Let’s just do without a poetic re-telling of an unfortunate seduction and call it what it is. The end of another relationship. But as it always is, a girl’s got to eat and a girl’s got to sleep. So a knight in shining armor moved out of his room so the damsel in distress could take residence in their castle.
Move in she did, with her cheap Scandinavian furniture, worn out books and silly caged hamster. She needed a little bit of help with the emotional baggage because it was heavy, but it was nothing a few kind souls wouldn’t have been able to help carry.
And so it begins…this is the story of a broken hearted princess, her animal friend, Julius Caesar and the rockstar knights of the rectangular coffee table.