Ok, snapping out of it. Sorta.
Things will get better, this I know.
The topic for today is:
My straight male roommate is a scum-sucking pig!
Yes, ladies and gentleman. Indeed he is. You see, when I first met him, he had this girlfriend he was crazy about. Then she dumped his ass for someone she only had a one week fling with. She is somewhat of a, let's just call her a... bitch? He is a typical guy. Always has poonanee on the brain. But him more than most, I fear. His life consists of 2 things: Getting Laid and Going Out Drinking With Co-Workers After Work. That is all he thinks about. Well, in my eyes anyway. This guy has never demonstrated to me that he has anything else going on. Until he started dating a new girl. Right after his woman dumped him, he called a random girl he had a phone number for. She came over. They have been together ever since. It takes me a while to warm up to women, so I was wary of her at first. But she came camping with us last weekend and I started to love her. She is a GREAT WOMAN. Who deserves a GREAT MAN. And my roommate ain't it.
He has been fucking his ex this whole time. Normally, I wouldn't care. It would be none of my business. But he brought this new girl around. Made us love her. Now I consider her my friend. Bethany in the middle once again.
I know my roomie is a good person, he just really seems so one-dimensional. FUCKING. BOOZE. FUCKING. BOOZE. That's all I see of him. I have never witnessed any human emotion. Well, maybe. I was talking to him about getting a kitty. He says "I HATE cats. If you guys get one, I will let it loose outside. I used to shoot cats in the head." So there is the human emotion for you. Pure evil.
A few times when he was drunk, he has said a few things to the effect of "I know you don't like me." And he is saying this as he is tackling me on my bed. Scumbucket. Yes, if I don't like someone, they know it. I can't hide my feelings behind my face. The thing is, I WANT to like him. He has never done anything horrible to me. But don't fuck with the sisterhood, aight?
What sparked this rant is the fact he brought the ex home with him last night. After he told me a few weeks ago that him and his new girl decided to be exclusive. Exclusive, my ass. I was on the couch. I had some buds over and we were watching "A Perfect Storm" the "Titantic" of deep sea fishing. I kept whispering, "You're all going to die...." It was my first time seeing it, but that much I already knew.
Tangent.
Sorry.
So they come through the door. All I see is blond hair. I almost said "Hey J****!" But it wasn't her. It was the ex. Fuck. I should have still said it. And then I should have said "But you're not J***!" Feigning wide-eyed innocence. All I managed was a sarcasm-tainted "Hey...." Then my blood began to boil. But hey, it is his place too. He should do whatever he wants. But like I said before, don't trample on the sisterhood.
It is not my place to say anything. Right? Hey, I am not going to lie for him, but this is his problem, not mine. Right?
TWO THINGS I AM EXCITED ABOUT:
#1 The show "Entourage." It's on HBO. I am already hooked. It is going to be my new O.C., but with potty language and brief flashes of titty. If you have the means, I highly recommend it. It is so choice.
#2 FAMILY GUY BACK ON FOX! They are going to have a marathon pretty soon and then they will be churning out new episodes. Holy mackrel! I could not be happier.
Wow. How sad is it that the two things I have to be excited about both have to do with television?
By the way, the movie ANACONDAS is going to BEEEEEE-LOW! If the first one sucked so bad, don't make a sequel, you fuckstain! Not even J. Lo's ass could save this!