4 posts tagged “roommates”

It's 132a.

I Got up 12 hours ago and it feels like two.  Where the fuck does the day go?
Actually, I know where it went.  It disappeared like the bottle of vodka that's nearly empty sitting in the freezer.  That, combined with a little bit of reefer, a little bit of video games and a lot of movies will make the day fucking disappear. 

I'm okay with that.
It was a good day.

I'm at the Terrorist's house.  I woke up this morning to his phone ringing then him coming in and informing me that his dad was going to be arriving "anywhere from now to 30 minutes."  After his dad left we proceeded to spike our drinks and dick around all day.  We watched three movies Reservoir Dogs, Grave of Fireflies (which is the fucking "saddest movie ever. Period."), and My neighbor Totoro (which was the antidote to Grave of Firefliess)  The last movie ended about 45 minutes or so ago.  The T asked me to rub him 'cause his back is bothering him (probably cause we've barely moved all day) which I gladly did and because my fingers are so magical (or it could be because we've been drinking for 10 hours) he passed out. 

I have a headache.  It's approaching throbing-ly bad.  I've been getting headaches the past couple of days.  Wonder what that's all about?

Nathan is coming to visit me in July.  He requested the other day that I start a count down on my blog as to when he's going to be here.  I don't know why he wants me to do this because he doesn't read my blog but I guess that's not really important. 

Let the count down begin...
Nathan will be here in.... A LONG FUCKING TIME.  (About two months)  The closer it gets the more specific I'll get.

I miss my roommate.
I haven't seen her in forever.  Well that's not entirely true.  She sliced her finger at work last night and I made her stop by here so the T could take a look at it.  She totally needs stitches but she didn't go.  Oh well, she'll survive.   We hung out for about two hours here but that's pretty much the most I've seen of her in like a week or so.

I need to go to bed.  My eye hurts.  So does my head.  Maybe they're related.

I love you.

You didn't know that I've had a not very good day.
You didn't know that I've been on the verge of vomiting all day.
You didn't know that before you got there I was very close to freaking out because my roommate wouldn't answer her phone and I didn't know who else to call.

You did know that it was pouring out, I locked myself out of my car and you had a pair of vice grips to get my plate off so I could get to my spare key.

You were the only one who stopped to help me.

Thank you!
You kept my day from crossing over into a shitty day.

It's 230am. 
I should be asleep.

Disclaimer:  I love my roommate.  I by no means am the greatest roommate ever.  At the moment I feel the need to vent.  That's all this is... venting.

I could fucking kill her.
She knows that I have a week of FUCKING INSANELY EARLY shifts this week.
Yet she comes in at midnight, loud as all fuck, giggling and tee-heeing away. 
Now, I'm not sure if that fact that she was loud pissed me off or the fact that she has the boy I haven't given a nick name to yet with her.  I thought he was out of the picture.  I see nothing good with him in her future.  That is besides the point. I wont even focus on that.  (Well, I'll try not to.)
She was all giggly and loud and what not so I yell to her. 
She pop's her head and is still all giggly and loud which makes me think she's been drinking.
Now... I have no problem with drinking.  Drink until your liver fall's out your ass.  I don't fucking care.  (That's not true but I try to convince myself I don't care because I have a few alcoholic friends and not caring is easier than trying to convince them of what they already know.)  Anyway... my problem with Lesley drinking... she has a tendency to drive while drunk...which is just fucking insanely stupid. 
That might have something to do with why I'm pissed. 
Or it could be because when she woke me up at midnight I couldn't get back to sleep until like 130a.
My alarm went off at 2a.

Lesley, love, if you read this... I'm sure by the time you read this I'll be over it and it' mainly cause this is the "Megan's gonna be a cunt all week" week.  But if you want to bribe me to make me forget... I like pho.  :-) 

We never got pho yesterday.  Which could be a subconscious thing too.
Though I doubt it.
It could be.
I like to think I'm adult enough to realize that her mum is in town and that is more important than me getting pho.
I'm kind of shallow at times though.

I need to go shower and go to the job I'm pretty sure I'm going to fucking hate with every fiber of my being in about 2 months.

9am... I will be naping. 
Yay 9am!!

Nathans friend Kathrine often comments about how she's going to blog about different stories or aspects of my life.  Well, last night when I got home she asked me if Nathan had told me about her "Middle of the Night, need to pee" story.  Which he hadn't so she continued to fill me in.

Apparently the other night, about 3am or so Kathrine woke with one of those "Oh my god, I need to fucking pee NOW" urges.  The kind that actually HURTS.  She said she's never experienced that before, but I have, on many occasions so I know what she's talking about. 

Anyway the problem was that her roommates friend had spent the night and this friend had to open Friendly's that morning so she was in the shower getting ready for work.  I'm not sure if this girl locked the door or if Kathrine and this girl aren't comfortable enough with each other for Kathrine to pee while she's showering but whatever the reason Kathrine couldn't get in the bathroom. 

It was dire need though.  So I immediately thought that she'd go outside and pee.  Nothing wrong with a little public urination on your front lawn, right?  It must have been too cold out because that's when Kathrine went back into her room, looked around and had a stroke of genius.  Like me, she's a bit of a dunkin' donuts ice coffee addict.  She gets the larges, I get the mediums.  Because of this addiction she had an empty 24oz dunkin' cup in her room.  The pain was too intense... she couldn't handle it... so she dropped trow and filled up that damn dunkin' donuts cup!  Actually FILLED IT UP.  So much so that she had to STOP peeing so she didn't overflow the cup. 

Unfortunately the bathroom was still occupied, and she needed to get rid of the evidence.  Well, I wont go into detail on that part of it but just know that she took care of it, crawled back into bed and slept like a baby.

Good show Kathrine, Good show!