Good Morning…???

23 Jun

Okay, I’m sorry. I just need to bitch it out a little here. I’m not sure if these posts date/timestamp themselves, but it is currently 4:05 am. And I’m awake. The thing is, I knew I was going to be awake at some point this “morning,” but had no control over it. Tonight was the 21st birthday (midnight) of my interrum roommate’s less-than-stellar girlfriend. And by less-than-stellar, I mean needy, over-reacting, selfish, whiney, and otherwise annoying.

This isn’t the first time something like this has happened. Only, last time, it was a weekend & she was drunkenly whining to him about having broken up with her in a bar, and making a huge scene by slamming his door and threatening to sleep on the couch. This, in my book, gets tagged “awesome,” or “entertaining,” at least. So last time, I didn’t say anything. But I had a feeling tonight would be different.

A few days ago, I “didn’t” overhear his side of a conversation that sounded like (yet another) post-break up arguing. Stuff about it “just being over” and them not being right for each other… the basics.

I’m going to pause in my bitch session here to say that I have absolutely NO problems with my “quasi-roommate.” He is, in fact, great to live with. Our schedules don’t overlap a lot, but when we’re both home, we co-exist quite peacefully and enjoy each other’s company.

She, on the other hand, seems to ALWAYS be causing some sort of drama. Which automatically puts her waaayyyy up there on my “type-of-girl-I-hate-o-meter.” Needless to say, this hasn’t blossomed into a BFF situation with her. And won’t.

So, here I am, at 4:11, having been woken up at 3:30 to the movie they were watching, followed by less than enthusiastic “birthday sex.” (Which, I’ll add, she even had to ask for his opinion of not 30 seconds after it was over… Give it a rest!)Β  I mean, whatever. If you want to do that, it’s your business. But don’t make it my business.

I had already gotten up and gone to the bathroom, hoping that was a passive-aggressive enough hint to SHUT THE HELL UP, but no dice. I waited for 30 minutes (The sex didn’t last that long, just the movie), hoping they’d quiet down, but they didn’t. So I went to the door & knocked & said “Hey, could you guys keep it down a little? I’ve got to be at work at 8.” Which is true. No response from either party, but now it’s quiet and they’re both asleep. And here I am. Wide awake, eating Honey Bunches of Oats, and blogging to no one.



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