I live in a small house with two roommates, two cats, and two dogs. For those of us that can do basic arithmetic, you'll notice that this means I share living space with six other living beings. Six living beings that make noise, demand things from me and make a mess (although, I am the biggest mess-maker of all so this complaint is slightly hypocritical). Normally this is not a problem, but every so often... about once a month or so, I get cranky. I don't want to do things, I don't want to hear things, and I DON'T want to be bothered. Sadly, the dogs and the cats are mine so this is exactly what I am at the moment.
Today has been sort of a strange day for me. I woke up and took the dogs on a nice walk downtown with a friend of ours, and then came back home. I intended to take the dogs walking again, but then I changed my mind... so they've been enjoying one of the last sunny days in forever in my yard. I looked up Bikejoring with them, but I think they'll kill me (they are kind of stupid) so then I looked for a kick scooter. I also got distracted by Hulu with it's new episodes of Bones and Castle.
Which brings me to my roommates. I love them, and we've lived together for longer than most people stay married. I'm a forgetful slob with animals who gets cranky and screams at people (randomly), our male roomie is a chainsmoking alcoholic that has a wierd knack for only finding married and insane women (not on purpose or anything, just his bad luck), and my sister is a thirty year old cheerfully-cynical goth with a piercing laugh and the innate ability to terrify men. She's also hopelessly addicted to Facebook apps which irritates the hell out of me, although I have no idea why this should be so (in my defense, she uses my computers and I swear FB fucks them up somehow).
In any case, we live together because we can't stand other people and other people can't stand us. As I sit here on my sofa, the Queen of Empty Tapioca Pudding Cups (I have craved them like crack for the past two weeks... no, I don't know why) my sister wants to know if she can use my desktop to play FB apps. I don't know why this annoys me as I am clearly using the laptop and the desktop is literally just gathering dust. I graciously agreed, and it was entirely not a problem... making me wonder why my mind insisted that it was.
My roommates then left for work (surprise! We got called in) and I am alone... so alone. I have no idea what my problem is, but apparently it makes me unfit for company. I went to see my boyfriend for some hugs, explained that I was being crazy and left for a BLT with fries. I think I feel better now and will waste the night playing on the Xbox.
Now I hope they stay away for longer than a work shift... except for when I'm lonely.
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