So I am sitting at home watching “The Talented Mr. Ripley” on Showtime tonight, when my two roomates come home this evening (My brother and his girlfriend… I have been living the in the house for three years unlike you two which can’t seem to stay together and have to keep taking turns moving out for a year) and they decide that since they bought a movie THEY get to watch the second they step foot in the damn door. Well, I figure what the hell I got satellite I can catch it in three more hours when it comes on west so I turn the show off and wait for them to come out and watch their movie. Well, I keep waiting and waiting and waiting… and waiting and it is now TWO FUCKING HOURS LATER plenty of time to finish watching my movie and check email and everything and still have time to waste. They finally come out of their freakin room and they decide again to watch it… I figure what the fuck… I might as well watch it (Meeting the Parents), so I go out to make popcorn (good natural shit). While I am making it and waiting for it I hear them fast forward through the previews then I hear the movie starting I figure they would pause it after the credits so I could watch it. NO fucking way… they are watching the movie right then and there. Well I burned the first round (that’ll teach me not to pay attention), so I start up the second and by the time it is finished they are about fifteen minutes into the movie plenty to late to start watching it. So I go into my bedroom to come fiddle on the net and listen to the music and they have the fuckin balls to complain that it is too loud!! I can barely hear the freakin music over the sound of my little humidifier and they are bitchin about it. How can a person be so goddamn rude to their own freakin roomates who were so freakin nice to them… And to quell a disagreement on this before it starts, I expect a bit of tension when you live with roommates and give and take… but fuck it I was extremely curtious to them and let them watch their frickin show and they still treat me like crap.
Oh well, when I get back from Europe I’ll just have to get my own place, to hell with them.