dear portland
i really love you, but unfortunately i am my living situation sucks, so unless i can live somewhere else for a little while, until i get a job and can pay for a place myself, i'm going to be going back east.
this morning (11:00 am) i went into the kitchen and grabbed a banana and made myself a pitcher of tang, as i'm leaving the kitchen to go downstairs to my room, robin comes out of her room and says "don't even think about it, i need to talk to you" and she goes to the bathroom, what the FUCK kind of a way is that to talk to someone who doesn't know they've done anything at all. she could have JUST AS EASILY said "can i talk to you", but instead she made me feel like a dog that had just taken a dump on the new rug. well, apparently what she wanted to talk about was the noise i was making in the kitchen (her bedroom is right next to it) so has me sit on her bed, and closes the door, and she tries to make as much noise in the kitchen as she can, and then she comes back expecting me to be like "oh, wow, i didn't know i was so loud in there" but guess what, i could barely hear anything, and she was TRYING to be loud, so me NOT trying to be loud must be barely any noise atall. and ya know what, i live in the basement of this old house, i can hear every foot step they make, i can hear the cats walk, i can hear when they shift their weight in bed, and ya know what, I DEAL WITH IT.
if i'm doing something, and it is the first time i have ever done it wrong, don't explode on me like i just set the fucking house on fire, just come and say "do you think you could try to be a little quieter in the kitchen" (at just before noon!) maybe then everyone in the world wouldn't hate you so much.
so there you have it portland, either i move into a new place, or i move back home.
this morning (11:00 am) i went into the kitchen and grabbed a banana and made myself a pitcher of tang, as i'm leaving the kitchen to go downstairs to my room, robin comes out of her room and says "don't even think about it, i need to talk to you" and she goes to the bathroom, what the FUCK kind of a way is that to talk to someone who doesn't know they've done anything at all. she could have JUST AS EASILY said "can i talk to you", but instead she made me feel like a dog that had just taken a dump on the new rug. well, apparently what she wanted to talk about was the noise i was making in the kitchen (her bedroom is right next to it) so has me sit on her bed, and closes the door, and she tries to make as much noise in the kitchen as she can, and then she comes back expecting me to be like "oh, wow, i didn't know i was so loud in there" but guess what, i could barely hear anything, and she was TRYING to be loud, so me NOT trying to be loud must be barely any noise atall. and ya know what, i live in the basement of this old house, i can hear every foot step they make, i can hear the cats walk, i can hear when they shift their weight in bed, and ya know what, I DEAL WITH IT.
if i'm doing something, and it is the first time i have ever done it wrong, don't explode on me like i just set the fucking house on fire, just come and say "do you think you could try to be a little quieter in the kitchen" (at just before noon!) maybe then everyone in the world wouldn't hate you so much.
so there you have it portland, either i move into a new place, or i move back home.