Spencer Kelly, who presents BBC Click, is such a smug cunt - I'd love to hit him across the face with a giant, wet fish
I had this problem intermittently for months until I cut caffeine out of my diet. Common side effect, supposedly.
Just had some crazy deja vu. I was about to make a post in music forum but as soon as I typed it out I could swear I'd already posted it before.
ugh. my roommate is the worst and i'm sick of him. i've put an ad on kijiji.. here's hoping someone awesome finds it and I can kick him out without worrying about rent...
Weelll I have a list of some of the things that have happened in the month he's lived here- and keep in mind I have a nice clean townhouse: -fist fight (and loud drunken yelling) in my garage the first weekend he was there, breaking a plate and making a head-sized hole in the garage wall -unruly (drunken) behaviour that same weekend -peeing in a corner inside the house (although that time he was sleepwalking due to stress.. but it still just was weird) -beer spills around the house, including carpetted areas and the kitchen counter (that i found on a weekday morning.. not exactly the smell i want to wake up to..).. I think he drinks literally every day. I mean, I like drinking too, and occasionally during the week, but I don't leave a stench behind. He excessively smokes pot too. I don't mind people smoking pot, but he's already not the sharpest tool in the shed, and being constantly drunk/stoned doesn't help. -hoarding the glasses/mugs in the garage (there were 8 (some moldy) in there on friday. no wonder we were out of glasses..) -having some sort of foul smell coming out of his room while he was gone this weekend. it was RANK. I assume it was old beer and other things. -his friends (girls) have been using the downstairs bathroom, using up the other guy's TP, and I don't think he's replaced any -I suspect he broke the handle of the toilet and didn't tell me. Although it may have been one of his friends. -My roomate's friends alcohol that was in the freezer got drank up. She wasn't too happy about it. Oh and he started when he first moved in by complaining about my other roommate showering together with his boyfriend (he's gay). He was well aware that he was moving into a house with a gay guy. And his reaction was, 'Dude.. like... im not a homophobe or anything but.. that can't happen.. you know? ..like, I'm not okay with that..' Also, he listens to and records terrible music at loud volumes (aka rap). Most of the time it isn't so bad but sometimes.. ugh. All in all, hearing his voice makes me cringe which is probably not a good sign. edit: oh yeah, and he maxed out my internet cap, and i had like a 40$ charge. FFS.
heh. I'll need to check that out when I get home. Luckily I won't need to, I kicked him out at the end of august and just paid his share of rent for september and got someone great now. It throws into sharp relief the huge difference between a regular smoker/drinker and a complete stoner/alcoholic. Cuz the new guy smokes daily and drinks fairly frequently, but is awesome. Yay!
I seriously do not want to deal with my inlaws. I will deal with them out of love for my husband , but they can not leave soon enough. I am just going to smile and laugh at all the back handed compliments and hateful comments.
I'll try to remember to look him up later - he's got videos on youtube. In the meantime, please enjoy several status updates / poems? / rap lyrics? he has posted in the past while:
I always pick out song titles in movies and tv scripts and/or when they reuse saying in multiple episodes.
Last night I had a dream in which a friend of mine who I've known for at least 15 years, but don't see that often made an appearance. Can't really remember what it was about though... something about being in a restaurant with him and a lot of other people from high school. Anyway, I've been considering moving out and finding a place in Richmond to live and work. Was talking about it with various people throughout the day to see if anyone knew of anything... then tonight, my friend who appeared in my dream posted on facebook looking for a roomate for his place. Totally serendipitous. I think I ought to act on it. The universe is trying to tell me something.
The next time you pour yourself a glass of soda, look at the bubbles that pop as the fizz goes down. Have you ever wondered how many bubbles must pop during that short amount of time? I bet it's alot more than we might think. I've never put an estimate on it but I think about that every time I pour soda.
