Prologue and Chapter I.
So, I have decided to start writing here about the annoyances of the guy living on my couch rather than being my own brand of irritating by complaining on channel to people on my game. So, here it is. The Chronicles of Couch Guy.
Prologue: Aka Why Sharon Is Always Right.
So I have this friend. Let's call him... Kyle, to protect his annonymity. Except, that's his real name, so I'm just a bit lazy. He's more my roommate's friend than mine, because he's not my usual sort of people. He's loud and dramatic, which I don't tend to like.
So, Kyle started seeing this guy named JR, who is some Army guy. After three or four days, he decided that he was going to move in with the guy. Of course my immediate reaction was something akin to, "NOOOOOO. What the /hell/ are you thinking?". Outwardly, I was more calm and rationally told him not to do this. But, as Kyle was living with his parents and wanted desperately to get out, he didn't listen to my sage advice. (And that of anyone with common sense.)
Needless to say, it didn't work out. After a couple more days, Kyle decided the man (who he moved in with happily) was too clingy. Let me pause to let that sink in. So, he decided to move out. My roommate volunteered the couch and I didn't protest. I didn't realize what I was getting myself into in ways of annoyance.
Chapter I: So Many Guys, So Few Braincells.
He didn't wait long to make himself comfortable. I could recount the men he's brought here or went out on a date with, but there are a lot of them. Honestly, I don't really care much. That was, until it started being inappropriate and interfering with my life.
The other day, he decided to bring a man over at 1:00 am. Asleep, I would be woken by them talking in the livingroom. This guy would stay until 3:00-4:00 am, just playing games. No sex on my couch, thank God.
Last night, however, he had another guy over who brought liquor and they made drinks. Hanging out with them, I felt almost sorry for anonymous guy, but I tried not to get to know him too much. Kyle, however, kept making stupid jokes about the very thing I feared. Him having sex on my couch. I tried to explain that this would upset me very much. By saying I'd throw a fit. He didn't seem to take me seriously. Apparently, very not serious. Since I ended up falling asleep and the anonymous guy was sleeping on the floor when I woke up.
Oh, god. I really hope they didn't have sex on my couch.
I'm going to keep recording things. I am sad that I didn't record some of the more annoying stories, but I will in the future since it'd be annoying to go back and try to remember what happened.
Prologue: Aka Why Sharon Is Always Right.
So I have this friend. Let's call him... Kyle, to protect his annonymity. Except, that's his real name, so I'm just a bit lazy. He's more my roommate's friend than mine, because he's not my usual sort of people. He's loud and dramatic, which I don't tend to like.
So, Kyle started seeing this guy named JR, who is some Army guy. After three or four days, he decided that he was going to move in with the guy. Of course my immediate reaction was something akin to, "NOOOOOO. What the /hell/ are you thinking?". Outwardly, I was more calm and rationally told him not to do this. But, as Kyle was living with his parents and wanted desperately to get out, he didn't listen to my sage advice. (And that of anyone with common sense.)
Needless to say, it didn't work out. After a couple more days, Kyle decided the man (who he moved in with happily) was too clingy. Let me pause to let that sink in. So, he decided to move out. My roommate volunteered the couch and I didn't protest. I didn't realize what I was getting myself into in ways of annoyance.
Chapter I: So Many Guys, So Few Braincells.
He didn't wait long to make himself comfortable. I could recount the men he's brought here or went out on a date with, but there are a lot of them. Honestly, I don't really care much. That was, until it started being inappropriate and interfering with my life.
The other day, he decided to bring a man over at 1:00 am. Asleep, I would be woken by them talking in the livingroom. This guy would stay until 3:00-4:00 am, just playing games. No sex on my couch, thank God.
Last night, however, he had another guy over who brought liquor and they made drinks. Hanging out with them, I felt almost sorry for anonymous guy, but I tried not to get to know him too much. Kyle, however, kept making stupid jokes about the very thing I feared. Him having sex on my couch. I tried to explain that this would upset me very much. By saying I'd throw a fit. He didn't seem to take me seriously. Apparently, very not serious. Since I ended up falling asleep and the anonymous guy was sleeping on the floor when I woke up.
Oh, god. I really hope they didn't have sex on my couch.
I'm going to keep recording things. I am sad that I didn't record some of the more annoying stories, but I will in the future since it'd be annoying to go back and try to remember what happened.