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Jan. 7th, 2007 04:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
chasingkerouacI have spent the weekend doing absolutely nothing productive. And it's been ever so nice. Roommate!A and I have spent hours each day catching up on Bones which I can only say, omg so addictive. David Boreanaz is a very, very pretty man. We're up to 2.07 and should finish tonight, hopefully. So. Addictive. And sadly, this is how I get new fandoms. It's not by normal, weekly watching. No, it's when I end up watching hours on end and the characters get burned into my brain. Stargate Atlantis? ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
spazzula sent me the first season and a half on a whim while sending it to someone else and did I watch them as I got them? Nah. I forgot I had them until one dull Saturday when I watched ALL of them back to back and got addicted. The West Wing? Came in during season three, and ended up watching all of seasons one and two on a marathon and got addicted. House? Watched one and then downloaded the entire first season and watched back to back. Battlestar Galactica? Same thing. Saw one and bought the entire first season and watched in one day. And now Bones, and I know they're getting stuck in my head, and that's okay. All of the characters are fun, and that's so rare for me to find. And so now I'm going to get ridiculously addicted to Bones, and that's okay. I'm totally okay with that.
And I got Roommate!A addicted right along with me. She's my tv buddy and I love it. Alas, Roommate!A is going to move out at the end of Feb. Which sucks cause we get along fantastically. Roommate!D on the other hand... well, R!A told me that that's why she was moving out, cause she couldn't put up with R!D anymore. And I'm starting to see why. You know, I'm not a warm and fuzzy person. I'm a little sharp, a little wry, but I'm a great roommate. I pay my bills on time, clean up after myself, offer food I've cooked for dinner if they don't feel like cooking for themselves, don't let creepy people into the apartment. I'm a great roommate, even if I'm not all fluffy bunnies and all. R!D... is slightly... out of her mind, let's say. When you meet her, you think she's got the whole kicked puppy thing, that she's fluffy bunnies and all, and that's cool. It's slightly endearing.
And when you live with her? You realize she's nuts. She flipped out -- like, yelling profanities -- at R!A when she told her that she was moving out in 6 mos. And was the apartment empty when she did this? No, of course not. Previous R!S and her mother were sitting on the couch. R!D will not clean up after herself, waits for the dishwasher fairy to come and clean her dirty dishes, because R!D never had to do chores until she moved into this apartment a year ago. She's 25. She's had a maid who cleaned up in her wake her entire life and the entire thought of her actually cleaning escapes her. She speaks in baby talk trying to be cute. To adults. Snapped at me when I told her she was filling out a form -- my leasing form -- wrong. I'm sorry, when I point out that 'roommates' mean you and R!A and not me, don't get snippy with me. It's taken me two months to get you to sign the damn form, don't screw it up now.
Yeah, two months to get her to sign the roommate form. She asked me where my rent was this month and I told her I wasn't paying it until she signed the form. She got mad at me for that but, I'm sorry, until you sign the form I don't legally live here and I can't do all of those things that I need to do with my bills and license and all sorts of fun things. She also told me that I like to make her feel stupid.
Honey, I'm not subtle when I'm being mean, asspazzula can attest. When I'm being mean to you, you'll know and won't have to think about it. I'll make you cry. Just cause I don't want to do a whole Kum Bah Yah thing with you doesn't mean that I'm trying to be mean and hateful.
But she is driving me up a wall. Right up the wall. Alas, I can't move out at the moment. So I just have to deal with it. Oh well, such is life. Maybe it'll get better and she'll just spend all of her time at her parents' house -- who live right uptown, you know. I just tell myself that at heart she's a mean person who just wants attention. It's kind of sad, really. One, every night I get the 'I want a husband' whining, followed by the 'I want a baby' whining, coupled with a few sharp jabs about how I'm not daing cause I'm a loser and I hate children.
WTF?
And then all I can do is shake my head at her and swallow anything ugly I have to say about it. Because Momma taught me to be polite if I can't be kind. And with that sort of thing, I certainly can't be kind, so I will be polite. I will be polite if it kills me. Because I am the bigger man and I will not give into the taunts of an overgrown child. Because it's pathetic.
Which is why I am counting down days until Calgary. Cause Calgary is going to be a hell of a lot of fun and it's going to be great. Great, I tell you!
spazzula sent me the first season and a half on a whim while sending it to someone else and did I watch them as I got them? Nah. I forgot I had them until one dull Saturday when I watched ALL of them back to back and got addicted. The West Wing? Came in during season three, and ended up watching all of seasons one and two on a marathon and got addicted. House? Watched one and then downloaded the entire first season and watched back to back. Battlestar Galactica? Same thing. Saw one and bought the entire first season and watched in one day. And now Bones, and I know they're getting stuck in my head, and that's okay. All of the characters are fun, and that's so rare for me to find. And so now I'm going to get ridiculously addicted to Bones, and that's okay. I'm totally okay with that. And I got Roommate!A addicted right along with me. She's my tv buddy and I love it. Alas, Roommate!A is going to move out at the end of Feb. Which sucks cause we get along fantastically. Roommate!D on the other hand... well, R!A told me that that's why she was moving out, cause she couldn't put up with R!D anymore. And I'm starting to see why. You know, I'm not a warm and fuzzy person. I'm a little sharp, a little wry, but I'm a great roommate. I pay my bills on time, clean up after myself, offer food I've cooked for dinner if they don't feel like cooking for themselves, don't let creepy people into the apartment. I'm a great roommate, even if I'm not all fluffy bunnies and all. R!D... is slightly... out of her mind, let's say. When you meet her, you think she's got the whole kicked puppy thing, that she's fluffy bunnies and all, and that's cool. It's slightly endearing.
And when you live with her? You realize she's nuts. She flipped out -- like, yelling profanities -- at R!A when she told her that she was moving out in 6 mos. And was the apartment empty when she did this? No, of course not. Previous R!S and her mother were sitting on the couch. R!D will not clean up after herself, waits for the dishwasher fairy to come and clean her dirty dishes, because R!D never had to do chores until she moved into this apartment a year ago. She's 25. She's had a maid who cleaned up in her wake her entire life and the entire thought of her actually cleaning escapes her. She speaks in baby talk trying to be cute. To adults. Snapped at me when I told her she was filling out a form -- my leasing form -- wrong. I'm sorry, when I point out that 'roommates' mean you and R!A and not me, don't get snippy with me. It's taken me two months to get you to sign the damn form, don't screw it up now.
Yeah, two months to get her to sign the roommate form. She asked me where my rent was this month and I told her I wasn't paying it until she signed the form. She got mad at me for that but, I'm sorry, until you sign the form I don't legally live here and I can't do all of those things that I need to do with my bills and license and all sorts of fun things. She also told me that I like to make her feel stupid.
Honey, I'm not subtle when I'm being mean, as
spazzula can attest. When I'm being mean to you, you'll know and won't have to think about it. I'll make you cry. Just cause I don't want to do a whole Kum Bah Yah thing with you doesn't mean that I'm trying to be mean and hateful. But she is driving me up a wall. Right up the wall. Alas, I can't move out at the moment. So I just have to deal with it. Oh well, such is life. Maybe it'll get better and she'll just spend all of her time at her parents' house -- who live right uptown, you know. I just tell myself that at heart she's a mean person who just wants attention. It's kind of sad, really. One, every night I get the 'I want a husband' whining, followed by the 'I want a baby' whining, coupled with a few sharp jabs about how I'm not daing cause I'm a loser and I hate children.
WTF?
And then all I can do is shake my head at her and swallow anything ugly I have to say about it. Because Momma taught me to be polite if I can't be kind. And with that sort of thing, I certainly can't be kind, so I will be polite. I will be polite if it kills me. Because I am the bigger man and I will not give into the taunts of an overgrown child. Because it's pathetic.
Which is why I am counting down days until Calgary. Cause Calgary is going to be a hell of a lot of fun and it's going to be great. Great, I tell you!
