It did not go well.

Our meeting last night was similar yet unlike any other roommate meeting I've ever had before. It was unbelievable. It was like sitting in on a badly scripted divorce speech in a made-for-TV drama or soap opera episode.

I had knots in my chest and throat the whole time, the feeling I get right before I get on the Drop Zone at Great America... as my housing situation came crumbling down before my very eyes. I witnessed blatant chicanery turn into... well, worse.

The best two lines were probably... Elisa: "I don't like you, Joe." Joe: "You don't have to like me to love me."

So now I've climbed into Babe's boat... looking for a new roommates/new place to live. I mean, now that I know that I've been unmercifully jacked in the area of rent for all of the months I've lived with Elisa, I'd just be jacking myself if I continued to live with her and her irrational, belligerent, bitchyass attitude. Sorry Elisa, I'm not currently in the business of jacking myself.

And I do believe that those who jack others end up jacking themselves most of all in the end.

Bloody hell, I wish I worked in a metropolitan city so I could have myself a happy hour in 6...