The Great and Spacious Building:

My roomie has just raised his bed and it is freaking me out a little bit. I have one cinderblock underneath each of the footings of my bed, which I consider to be a natural height, but JM on the other hand, he now has two underneath each footing, and then to top it all off, he has stacked three mattresses and a box spring on top. Now his bed towers over mine and it gives me the creeps. Sometimes, I will wake up and see his face coming off the side, so immediately I think he was staring at me while I was trying to sleep: now that just isn’t kosher to me because bed time is me time, so just the fact that he is gazing at me freaks me out. And I also have developed a fear that his tower is going to tip and fall upon me while I sleep. My sleeping patterns have been affected and now I feel the need to check the stability of the structure each time I go into my room, so I kick it (sometimes in screaming anger).

This roomie really is just pissing me off and yesterday (after he left) I got into this tantrum that could not be stopped. I had been very accommodating to him all day. I picked him up from surgery, filled his prescription, and made him food. So later in the day (when he was completely coherent ) I was listening to Lady Gaga, and he started singing along but to a different set of lyrics. So I thought I would tell him what the real lyrics are because he never knows lyrics to anything, and he told me that Lady Gaga was the reason for the degradation of our society. Really? So I was just mad, and then he kept going on how me listening to Gaga means I am helping society crumble. I was pissed now. I help him with his surgery, make him food, wait on him hand and I was sleep deprived because of his damn tower of righteousness. So e left with his “fiancé” and I just was boiling, mostly because I can’t figure out if he is just that frighteningly oblivious or deviously condescending.

So I was sitting on the couch, steaming up, and thought that playing solitaire would quell my anger, but instead I lost fifteen damn games! So now I am ruining society and suck at cards! I called up my friend CC in fury who gave me an outlet for my anger. She told me about Crayola.com and how you can color online with all their products. I was content the rest of the night.
Right now, I am blogging and my other roomie DP is making cookies. He asked me if I knew anybody with a mixer but at this time of the day nobody is home, so I told him to use a whisk.

“Well it will be very hard to whisk a stick of butter.”

“Well you melt it first.”

“But it will be very difficult to whisk, it would be so much easier to just find somebody with a mixer.”

“It would be much easier to just whisk some melted butter than to argue with me about a mixer.”

Of course he was smiling like he was on some Percocet. He always is smiling and it just makes me want to punch his teeth out. It’s not that I have issues with being happy, but he never shows any emotion but happiness. It is unnatural and he is just so bizarre and his smile is just so fake. If I ever was to hit anyone, it would be him, but I am such a pacifist (aka a wimp) that I would never do anything but write means things about him on my blog because I have manners and don’t insult people to their faces.