Moving Preparations

So having a ANOTHER roommate has brought about a whole new set of problems. Before there is any question as to why there is another person in the house let me just offer this suggestion: Don't rent from family!!! Anyway these are the current problems.

1. This dude is too cold. Leaving heaters running while he's gone and I woke up hot this morning to find the oven open and on. I'm upstairs, you stay in the basement and heat rises! Plus it's May...it's fricking May! Toughen up nancy-boy. I'll also mention I now feel like someones grandmother and everything anyone does makes my bills go up.
   
2. Porno at 8:00 in the morning. Now I understand that people watch porn. I won't knock that, but I don't want to hear porno as I lean sleepy-eyed over my percolating coffee. Plus anyone who is watching porn first thing in the morning...I mean c'mon.
   
3. Noises. I will admit that when I watch say - football for instance I may get excited. This dude however must be very excitable. Too much noise. Yawning, yelling, yapping and so forth. This is with movies, sporting events and I think even with books.
   
4. It's another man in the house. As of the bill status, I am the Primary Stockholder. I could restructure things but since it's in my name I don't want to wait on anyone when I'm ready to pay bills and I want that control because *ahem* "I pay most of the bills up in here!". Two men of a certain age who are not good friends should not live together. It's a power thing. A man wants to run things and no man wants to give up his footing. I know I won't.
   

When this first went down I told myself to not be so resistant that I don't give the guy a chance. I realize now that I don't care about that. I'm at an age where I need to really care about my life. It's not selfish because I just can't live as I have in the past and I need to live better in my future. I want to be in a place that if I should for instance, get someone pregnant that my only concern would be what the woman wants to do and if she wants to move in with me. I don't want to have to think about needing to move myself. I'm not set where I'm at and that produces the type of discomfort that I cannot and will not abide. It starts with me laying down the law of the land and it ends with me moving into a house I have purchased. I need roots and wings. Right now I'm planted in a small pot, housed in a little cage and I'm not singing.