Homeless in T-30 Days

(now just imagine my head popping out of that box)

Let me just paint you all a little picture:

Come home today to two cheery roommates, watch TV, go for a run, come home, take a shower, lay in bed and Facebook stalk.

An hour later one roommate comes in and says can you come upstairs for a chat about the lease, think to myself "huh that's weird I'm not on the lease because the landlord only allows 2 tenants,' walk upstairs, other roommate sits down, she quickly mutters that their 'best friend' from New Zealand is now moving to Melbourne, then stumbles her way through something along the lines of, 'Oh and by the way she is going to be living in your room so that means you have to move out by mid-December.'

I nod my head, politely say 'no worries,' walk directly to the liquor cabinet, grab the bottle of whiskey, walk down the stairs to my room, call Lindsay, have a small freak out, get over it, turn on Grey's Anatomy from 1999 and decide I'm not going to let it ruin my day until tomorrow.

Anyone need a non-drinking (well that could be a stretch,) non-smoking, foul-mouthed American, suffering a minor quarter life crisis living at their house in the near future?? ie: next 30 days.