How My Roommate Is Kissing My Butt

I have to admit that it was mean. As in, I lashed out in a cruel way.

You can read about it here, if you want.

After I went to bed, G left for a bit. When he got back I could hear him putting things away. He was talking to himself while doing it.

Its all so cute, sweet and just plain weird.

“Okay, so there are some cupcakes. My girl likes cupcakes”.

“Oh, and some Spaghetti O’s without meatballs, because my girl doesn’t like the ones with meatballs”.

“Lots of chocolate milk, because my girl likes chocolate milk”.

My girl?

Cute, sweet and just plain weird. G and I are not a couple.

He also crawled into my bed this morning (get your mind out of the gutter, we were both clothed) and he said that he would fix dinner tonight when he got home. Recommended that I go to the employment office here and who to talk to when I got there. He cleaned the kitchen before he left.

He has also called telling me to ‘have a good day’.

All good until he comes home drunk again. Wonder how I will eventually lash out this time? I used up the good stuff in one sentence last night.