I don't think I'm even going to try to title this.
Yesterday, I came home to a house that read in the 50s inside. Mind, I'm wearing shorts. All of my pants are in the dirty clothes hamper and I am wearing shorts and a short-sleeved shirt. I turned on the heater after not having it on for a few days and got under a blanket as I was not doing anything to generate body heat.
Enter roommate who comments about me being under a blanket to which I respond, "I'm under the blanket because I am cold." At this point, the roommate decides to go "But you said you weren't really bothered by this since you're from New York and all...."
Really? This shady so-and-so. I let him have the whole chunk of my mind on that response to which he stammers in frustration about semantics and then walks away. I am not dealing with this nonsense. He had no reason and definitely no right. He asked me to go somewhere yesterday, but I think I'll stay home after that bit.
Friday, I went to E-Town's and visited for a bit. It was nice to see everyone there, hear all the birthday well-wishes and just enjoy people that enjoyed me even as I drifted off to sleep for a while.
This week otherwise has been silence on one side and work-related drama on the other. The company we were working with and getting office space from has shut down and because of all the foolery, we're moving to another office space. It's sad; at the core of all of this nonsense is just knowing that it is basically the ending of years of friendship. Just like that. The final string is broken and there will be no repairing it. I just can't.
My art classes are coming well and maybe I'll post a picture or two related to this.
Things at home are things. I keep my distance for the most part. Things between Morgan and I are just... I don't know. We're okay. We're not okay. We're angry at each other. We're drifting? I don't even know and I don't know how to even start to figure it out and don't know if I should even care enough to try. I want to on a lot of levels, but I'm annoyed right now and maybe I should revisit this when I'm not. On an objective view, this is not going well.
In other developments, I'm still trying to feel my way around this thing and that in terms of romantic dealings. What I am willing to do and what I am not. I'm writing letters to Mims on a regular and, while I'm not clear on what that will or won't evolve into, I enjoy it now.
My mini-fridge broke, I got video games and anime, I got some new furniture.
And with that report, I'm off to Vana'diel to do whatever I'm doing instead of reading or working or drawing.
Later.
Yesterday, I came home to a house that read in the 50s inside. Mind, I'm wearing shorts. All of my pants are in the dirty clothes hamper and I am wearing shorts and a short-sleeved shirt. I turned on the heater after not having it on for a few days and got under a blanket as I was not doing anything to generate body heat.
Enter roommate who comments about me being under a blanket to which I respond, "I'm under the blanket because I am cold." At this point, the roommate decides to go "But you said you weren't really bothered by this since you're from New York and all...."
Really? This shady so-and-so. I let him have the whole chunk of my mind on that response to which he stammers in frustration about semantics and then walks away. I am not dealing with this nonsense. He had no reason and definitely no right. He asked me to go somewhere yesterday, but I think I'll stay home after that bit.
Friday, I went to E-Town's and visited for a bit. It was nice to see everyone there, hear all the birthday well-wishes and just enjoy people that enjoyed me even as I drifted off to sleep for a while.
This week otherwise has been silence on one side and work-related drama on the other. The company we were working with and getting office space from has shut down and because of all the foolery, we're moving to another office space. It's sad; at the core of all of this nonsense is just knowing that it is basically the ending of years of friendship. Just like that. The final string is broken and there will be no repairing it. I just can't.
My art classes are coming well and maybe I'll post a picture or two related to this.
Things at home are things. I keep my distance for the most part. Things between Morgan and I are just... I don't know. We're okay. We're not okay. We're angry at each other. We're drifting? I don't even know and I don't know how to even start to figure it out and don't know if I should even care enough to try. I want to on a lot of levels, but I'm annoyed right now and maybe I should revisit this when I'm not. On an objective view, this is not going well.
In other developments, I'm still trying to feel my way around this thing and that in terms of romantic dealings. What I am willing to do and what I am not. I'm writing letters to Mims on a regular and, while I'm not clear on what that will or won't evolve into, I enjoy it now.
My mini-fridge broke, I got video games and anime, I got some new furniture.
And with that report, I'm off to Vana'diel to do whatever I'm doing instead of reading or working or drawing.
Later.
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