*SLAP* Lets Be Nice

1. Got into grad school. Love my advisor. Her name is Dara.
2. Laptop has a virus.
3. Desktop computer is low on memory. Need to buy an external hard drive to continue making videos.
4. Vinny was laid off a few weeks ago. He’s home every and all day.
5. Went to go see my dad. He seems okay.
6. WomiE moved to Riverdale. Found him on A4A. broke my heart a little…nah…broke my heart a lot.
7. Youtube censored my absolute favorite KLB video. Claimed I was copyright infringing. Personally I think its Bullshit.
8. Lost my camera and found it again.
9. Spent my every weekend thus far with Chuck-a-Muck my brista’ which equals gay for sista’. Charles/Chuck-a-Muck is also unemployed.
10. Came this* close to seeing the cute boy at work naked. I asked. He acquiesced. I choked and dashed outta the bathroom. He stood there, I’m sure, bare and perplexed.
11. I don’t necessarily regret it.

The temperament I have for my roommate flashes hot & cold. When there is reason to love him… I do. For example this weekend when we ran out of toilet paper, mainly because I had over a friend and our last roll was shared against 3 shitting boys (Vinny, Chuck and I). And as I was employing* the last few squares, Vinny, mind you, was out of the house that night, all I could think of was how I needed to pick up more tissue so that my Vinny-Binny could make poo-browns in the toilet when he returned home. That, my friend, is love. But more often than necessary I could *SLAP* Vinny—leaving edible foods exposed over counters. Paper wrappings trapped beneath piles of dishes in the sink. FOOD in the sink. Sleeping on the couch. There is a Vinny-sized dent in my sofa…NOT to mention the tear in the cushion and hair grease on the pillows. The sofa that cost me four hundred dollars out of budget, not even a year old, was once a mild feathered green, is now gray and worthless. *SLAP*

I leave the house to go to work and Vinny has coiled himself on my sofa at my laptop watching a movie perhaps from MY collection of films on MY 32 inch to come home, HOURS later, and Vinny would be in the same position with the only difference being that he inched up the heat—heat that he doesn’t pay for. *SLAP*

On the flip side, lets be nice, he did buy groceries last week. We went up the street to the poor mans grocery store and Vinny shelled out a hundred dollars getting very legitimate items such as bread, such as veggies, such as meats. This banked him several cool points. And in defense for Vinny’s slobbery he is in fact an unbiased slob. He doesn’t just manhandle and wreck my things he also abuses his own stuff too. It just affects me differently because I own more things. Lucky me.

Living with a straight boy is hard. Did I mention the used CONDOM Vinny left on the floor!?!? *SLAP* But living with a straight boy is hard. I love ‘em though. But its haaaaaaaaaaaaard.