metro

so, just when i think i'm settled into my new semester at school, my roommate comes home this evening and tells me that he wants me out.

the irony is that i'd spent the past many weeks trying to think of ways to move out without him suing me for breach of contract. he's the kinda guy who doesn't mop his kitchen floor ever (literally) but shouts (literally) at me for leaving my laptop in the living room (while his is consuming the dining room table).

the other thing is that i've been nothing but loyal to him. any time he has an OCD moment, i'm totally flexible and do everything i can to mollify him, despite the double standard that is usually evident in the situation. i even go to see his band play and embarass myself clapping and cheering them on, even dancing to their tunes in front of my schoolmates, when the whole bar is booing and trying to get them off the stage.

sorry for all the bitching...just kinda pissed that i'm bearing the bite marks of irony this time. he's got the social skills of an engineer, and the audacity to tell ME that I'M a bad roommate.

i could really use a pick-me-up right about now...