July 1, 2013
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driving home from work, both Friday and Saturday, with the top down, I witnessed a whole bunch of fireworks, both near and way off in the distance. I get out of work right at 10pm, making it prime time for the light shows. I guess certain municipalities can't wait for the big 4th weekend to shoot their rockets...
Brian's (room mate) hugely OCD (ADHD, DMV, FBI, CIA, etc). he's constantly moving things around, expecting me to follow whatever weird trends he does (and there are MANY of them). sometimes I'll forget that certain things bother him, or it'll be evident that somehow I've made a mistake by what he does next. it's hard to explain, but one day I'll (for example) move a chair where the stool was around the kitchen island, and the next thing you know, that chair ends up in the shed (?!), reminding me that, one day, he hollered at me for doing the same thing because it was in his way when he would make his midnight snack thing to the fridge...I didn't know, and again, I forgot. generally, if something really gets to him, he'll leave a note; "please rinse the sink out after you use mouth wash. love, Squab." (he ends all of his messages as if the cat was the author) of which, I usually mentally ad to the things I have to try and remember in order to live with a certain OCD kind of person. but when I pull this, he seems to respond somewhat hurt. for example, he cleans the shower, which is way cool, but in doing so, he'll put my orange cleaner under the sink instead of leaving in the corner of the shower. I leave a note; "please don't hide my stuff. thanx" which prompts him to leave a guilt ridden novel on the toilet seat. damn, he's twitchy. I don't know how his peroxide blondie of a girlfriend handles this? I could give him a whole list of things he's not very considerate of (slamming the bathroom door when I'm trying to sleep, is number one on said list), but they are more of what I'd consider "common courtesies", rather than something as twitchy as a moved chair (of which there's plenty of room to walk around in order to get to the fridge...yeah, you get the idea). I'll ask him about the chair today, and see if he blows up about it. if so, I'll remind him that I can't remember all of his silly twitcheries. good gawd, the man is a goofy duck. k. 'nuff about him. wait, one more thing. this is the first time he's been late with a portion of his rent (being $60 shy).
it must be a slow news day. I'm killing off a complete entry about hammer head
.let the free vacation begin!
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