Strange people in my house.
Like, some dudes, a little kid and someone he calls "Dad."
Could it be my roommate's moving out?
Basics on the guy: nice guy on his own, but he's a total bro, he leaves his hyperactive Jack Russell (which seems to be a breed designed for going to the bathroom in the house) behind when he travels for work, lately without bothering to tell anyone he's outta town til he's already outta town, his drunk bro friends crash on my couch and have eaten my food in the fridge on at least two occasions of late, and this morning at 3:30 I had to bang on his door, then open it (his dog fleeing the room was what roused him awake) and tell him to turn down the It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia (which was loud even through our shared wall, and his bed's against the exterior wall), I had to get up in three hours.
Those are the major complaints, at least.
Or maybe they're with the dude upstairs who's getting married in a few months and then moving in with his then-wife. But one can wishfully think, no?
Could it be my roommate's moving out?
Basics on the guy: nice guy on his own, but he's a total bro, he leaves his hyperactive Jack Russell (which seems to be a breed designed for going to the bathroom in the house) behind when he travels for work, lately without bothering to tell anyone he's outta town til he's already outta town, his drunk bro friends crash on my couch and have eaten my food in the fridge on at least two occasions of late, and this morning at 3:30 I had to bang on his door, then open it (his dog fleeing the room was what roused him awake) and tell him to turn down the It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia (which was loud even through our shared wall, and his bed's against the exterior wall), I had to get up in three hours.
Those are the major complaints, at least.
Or maybe they're with the dude upstairs who's getting married in a few months and then moving in with his then-wife. But one can wishfully think, no?