The world is full of stupid people.
My roommate is one of the most annoying people I have ever had the misfortune of being acquainted with. I find this incredibly hard to comprehend, as his brother (my boyfriend) is the complete opposite. While Ross is great, Jarrett is a big fat jerk. What makes it worse is the fact that sometimes he can be nice, but will suddenly turn nasty, and I have no warning when this is about to happen.
Take tonight, for example. Ross and I went to the gas station (I wanted to get some soup and the stores were closed) and brought back food for all of us, and I shared soup and Jarrett had the cheeseburger we brought him, and everything was okay, but then later I went into his room where he was watching TV and was going to jump on the bed (which he lets me do sometimes) and he shoved me into a bookcase. I think that was a terrible thing to do. My side hurts a little bit, possibly from being pushed into a piece of furniture, possibly from my ribs caving in (is this possible? Wiki should know) due to lack of protein or something like that.
Anyway, I went into the bathroom to brush my teeth and I had a brilliant idea!
Me: Ross, which toothbrush is yours?
Ross: This one, and this one.
Me: So, the other two are Jarrett's?
Ross: ::looks at the toothbrush, then at me:: Please don't do anything to it.
Me: ::picks up toothbrush and carries it over to the toilet (the seat of which, I might add, is UP, AGAIN.)::
Ross: NONONO Don't do that!
Me: ::carries toothbrush to litter box and starts to drop it in::
Ross: NOOO.
and so on. I eventually didn't do anything to the toothbrush, I wasn't really going to, I just wanted to see what Ross would say. Usually he's sympathetic to my problems with Jarrett, as he understands that his brother is a complete ass, who always leaves the toilet seat up ON PURPOSE.
I have to explain that the seat being up doesn't really bother me. What does bother me is that my cat will climb into the open toilet for water, even though he has two water bowls. So, I have to put it down or get toilet germs on my bed, or clothes, depending on his choice naptime area.
Today I had thrown my work clothes over my laundry basket until I got dressed for work, since that's the one place he never really seems to get into, and two hours later I came back to get my clothes, and where do I find them but inside my basket, with my (very orange and furry) cat curled up on top of the (black) dress and (white) shirt (both of which show orange hair very easily). It was really adorable though. My cat is hella cute. He's really big, though, and heavy, and an attention whore, and he eats continuously.
Tomorrow: The perils of finding a (decent) job in a town of 10,000 people. Also, a picture of me in my work clothes. (I rebel against the stupid rule of black pants/skirt, white top by wearing the SAME THING every single day (washing it at night).
Me: Where are my cuddles?
Ross: Maybe you need to go down to the cuddle bank and make a withdrawal. Oh, I do believe you are overdrawn.
ph34r the cut3n355.
Take tonight, for example. Ross and I went to the gas station (I wanted to get some soup and the stores were closed) and brought back food for all of us, and I shared soup and Jarrett had the cheeseburger we brought him, and everything was okay, but then later I went into his room where he was watching TV and was going to jump on the bed (which he lets me do sometimes) and he shoved me into a bookcase. I think that was a terrible thing to do. My side hurts a little bit, possibly from being pushed into a piece of furniture, possibly from my ribs caving in (is this possible? Wiki should know) due to lack of protein or something like that.
Anyway, I went into the bathroom to brush my teeth and I had a brilliant idea!
Me: Ross, which toothbrush is yours?
Ross: This one, and this one.
Me: So, the other two are Jarrett's?
Ross: ::looks at the toothbrush, then at me:: Please don't do anything to it.
Me: ::picks up toothbrush and carries it over to the toilet (the seat of which, I might add, is UP, AGAIN.)::
Ross: NONONO Don't do that!
Me: ::carries toothbrush to litter box and starts to drop it in::
Ross: NOOO.
and so on. I eventually didn't do anything to the toothbrush, I wasn't really going to, I just wanted to see what Ross would say. Usually he's sympathetic to my problems with Jarrett, as he understands that his brother is a complete ass, who always leaves the toilet seat up ON PURPOSE.
I have to explain that the seat being up doesn't really bother me. What does bother me is that my cat will climb into the open toilet for water, even though he has two water bowls. So, I have to put it down or get toilet germs on my bed, or clothes, depending on his choice naptime area.
Today I had thrown my work clothes over my laundry basket until I got dressed for work, since that's the one place he never really seems to get into, and two hours later I came back to get my clothes, and where do I find them but inside my basket, with my (very orange and furry) cat curled up on top of the (black) dress and (white) shirt (both of which show orange hair very easily). It was really adorable though. My cat is hella cute. He's really big, though, and heavy, and an attention whore, and he eats continuously.
Tomorrow: The perils of finding a (decent) job in a town of 10,000 people. Also, a picture of me in my work clothes. (I rebel against the stupid rule of black pants/skirt, white top by wearing the SAME THING every single day (washing it at night).
Me: Where are my cuddles?
Ross: Maybe you need to go down to the cuddle bank and make a withdrawal. Oh, I do believe you are overdrawn.
ph34r the cut3n355.