hoo boy, I emailed my friend S. who moved in to our house on Sunday. I don't know if I mentioned it here, but she was talking about staying with us until she had gotten together enough money for a down payment on a condo. Which, considering her massive debt, plans to buy a new car, and low-paying job, would be a loooooooong time. So before she buys a Brand!New!Car! I felt like I had to tell her that honestly, the expectation is that she will have her own place by the end of the year.

I feel like a horrible, horrible person, even though my brain tells me that I'm not. She's just been so kicked around by life, and I hate to add to it... but I can't live with her for that long, I simply can't. It would absolutely kill our friendship and I could never relax in my home again.

I did apologise for not being explicit from the start what the offer actually entailed.

So, I sent the email and now I'm all anxious about it.

It's a good thing to get explicitly stated, Nora. I'm sorry you are anxious about it, and I hope you don't need to be.

{{{Nora}}} You are being very generous by giving her several months to get on her feet.

Every day at around 11:30, a skinny blonde woman in skimpy clothes parks her bright yellow Jeep outside of my work window (she manages to get the same spot every time, even though it's metered parking and very busy). She runs across the street and is back within like 20 minutes. It's v. strange. I'd love to know what she's up to.

Nora, it's far better to make your expectations clear now rather than letting things simmer to a point where your only feelings towards her are resentment. I came dangerously close to that point with my best friend was living with me while trying to establish herself here.

Going for the three-fer: It's a little chilly today. YAY!

I want the corset AND the model.

Yes, I'm greedy.

Nora, clearing the air now is better than later. Your offer is a generous one, and it sounds like her budget needs some work (or a push in the right direction for prioritzing).

I'd love to know what she's up to.

Slutty skimpy clothes or o-la-la I love my body and I'm not afraid to use it skimpy clothes?

Nora, it's far better to make your expectations clear now rather than letting things simmer to a point where your only feelings towards her are resentment. I came dangerously close to that point with my best friend was living with me while trying to establish herself here.

Yes, that's exactly what my therapist said! Though, to my knowledge, she never lived with your best friend.

Yes, that's exactly what my therapist said!

I seriously need to start charging for my advice! (Also need to take my own advice. So, so much harder to do.)

ION, I started up with low-flying trapeze again (lessons a b'day present) and OMG OW OW OW everything hurts but especially my hands, forearms, biceps, shoulders, backs of knees! It is the most painful ... not sport exactly...not dance either...circus art?