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Ranty McRanty
Jan. 9th, 2009 10:13 amIt's really true that dead fish and house guests begin to stink in three days...
So while we were all in Chicago last week for vacation, we constantly got phone calls from someone (I guess, a friend of mutual acquaintance that actually introduced me to my boyfriend...) wanting to know when we would get back to Pittsburgh. Though he never communicated with me in person, the others made it clear we wouldn't be in town during that time because we're in Chicago. At one point, he literally strongholded my boyfriend (through passive-aggressive means no less) into agreeing to go back a day we were going to return.
We didn't end up going back that day early because the driving arrangements didn't work out. And that night we got back, around 10PM, we were somehow obligated to call him and see him that very night in some capacity.
I admittedly spent most of this week kind of moody. I love how he didn't really acknowledge I live and pay rent in the apartment and somehow should have an opinion. Not to mention an awkward week with my boyfriend's parents.
So he's been sleeping on the couch for the past 5 days. He was supposed to leave this morning. Then he said he wasn't. So I assumed it would be Saturday morning.
No, he's not leaving until Sunday, which I incidentally found out through a mass emailing.
ARGH! REALLY?! REALLY?! Thanks for ruining my weekend too...
This wouldn't have been so bad if he didn't insist on needing someone (namely either my boyfriend or my other roommate) with him at all hours of the day! It's no wonder that I've staying at work until around 7PM this week...
So while we were all in Chicago last week for vacation, we constantly got phone calls from someone (I guess, a friend of mutual acquaintance that actually introduced me to my boyfriend...) wanting to know when we would get back to Pittsburgh. Though he never communicated with me in person, the others made it clear we wouldn't be in town during that time because we're in Chicago. At one point, he literally strongholded my boyfriend (through passive-aggressive means no less) into agreeing to go back a day we were going to return.
We didn't end up going back that day early because the driving arrangements didn't work out. And that night we got back, around 10PM, we were somehow obligated to call him and see him that very night in some capacity.
I admittedly spent most of this week kind of moody. I love how he didn't really acknowledge I live and pay rent in the apartment and somehow should have an opinion. Not to mention an awkward week with my boyfriend's parents.
So he's been sleeping on the couch for the past 5 days. He was supposed to leave this morning. Then he said he wasn't. So I assumed it would be Saturday morning.
No, he's not leaving until Sunday, which I incidentally found out through a mass emailing.
ARGH! REALLY?! REALLY?! Thanks for ruining my weekend too...
This wouldn't have been so bad if he didn't insist on needing someone (namely either my boyfriend or my other roommate) with him at all hours of the day! It's no wonder that I've staying at work until around 7PM this week...