Let's just call me "saucy" ...ok? *ranty post*

[meccahi]

I am apparently in full Bitch mode. 

Or at least I feel like I am.  My new-ish roommate drives me up the fucking wall. It's normally not an issue because I try and keep an opposite schedule of him.  And small doses is fine.

Very, VERY small doses.

I think I just don't *get* him.  And I just don't have the willpower to try anymore.  

When he moved in...he said that he goes to TRF (Texas Renaissance Festival) every year. I was gleeful .."hey! Someone who knows about what I do for a living!..Hooray!"

A couple of weeks ago we were talking...and he says "Oh no.  I've never actually been INSIDE TRF...I just go to the campground"

*Cue extremely quizzical look from me"

"Oh yeah...  my friends camp on site behind the show so I just go to their camp and hang out... I've never actually been inside...  If I want something I just ask one of my friends to make it for me"

Now..  this is harmless to most people.  A little weird... but harmless.  But the booth owner in me flared right up..and I ..*may*.. have been a little snarky about how that kind of behavior is why so many shops who pay to be at shows go out of business.  Then he compared us to the SCA...and I explained the vital differences between a Renaissance festival...and an SCA event.   Which means diddly to most people... but this IS my world, and my business... so it's kind of a vital subject to me.

So.. he's odd.  Very, very odd. 

I came home from a trip to Cali to find the TV in my living room moved over to the top of the old radio that I use.  I imagine this probably wouldn't have annoyed a lot of people... but dammit... my living room is finally clean and I spent a lot of time arranging everything.  Then I see that he'd gone into my room and grabbed a bunch of VHS tapes...aaaaaannnd apparently he disconnected my DVD player as well to use out front.   Which...I would not have minded so much...  if he had at least ASKED to go into my room.  I pointedly moved the TV back to where it had originally been,... On the TV stand.  Rawr.

A couple days later he comes home and asks me... "Do you like your washing machine?"

Me...Ummmm  yes! I bought it brand new!

HIm: " Oh...oh...well it's just that I found this washer and dryer for free on craigslist...and I was gonna make them into fireplaces.. but I think they're still good"

In my Bitchy Brain : "Why the fuck did you grab a perfectly good free set of useable washer and dryer... when that could have gone to a family that needed them?  Now you're just going to tear them apart " 

Currently said washer and dryer are sitting in my backyard... being lawn decorations. 

It's just....  little things that he does that really annoy the fuck out of me...  And certain behaviors..

Like how I noticed that Meep... my braindead cat, had decided that one part of the carpet was perfect for peeing on.  So I catch her in the act and yell and clap my hands to startle her and stop the kitty-leak.   Roommate looks over and says " Oh yeah...she's been doing that...I just let her and then clean it up when she's done"

*sound of my head exploding*

" Umm..look. Dude.  If you let her do that...she's going to associate that it's OK for her to piss there...  so please. Don't.   Scare the fuck out of her if you have to... but if you see her trying to pee there...Don't let her.  The cats have a perfectly clean catbox." 

Uggggggghhhh.. Rawr.


Or he'll do something like stealing the mirror from the kitchen.  Said mirror was a gift from a friend.  A clay sun and moon conjoined that I am rather fond of.  I noticed it missing and asked him ( nicely)..  "Why do you have my mirror from the kitchen?"

"Oh...well I like to use it when I'm shaving.."

*Cue the very familiar confused look on my face"  "umm...what is wrong with the bathroom mirror?"

Him: " Oh well...I don't know if you've lived with guys before" ( sweet Jesus yes I have..many of them)... "but when I shave I get bristles all over the sink and then I have to clean them up" 



Me" Well that's when you wash them down the drain...!"

Him " Oh well... I just find it easier to shave over a towel" 

*In my head..."THEN BUY YOUR OWN DAMNED MIRROR"

Externally "I have a hand mirror that you are welcome to use... please can you put my other mirror back?"  

Now...I feel kinda bad about being so....... bitchy.  But it is driving me crazy.  

For the past week and a half.... there has been an overhead fan sitting in the middle of the living room... with tools and parts scattered all around.   Finally tonight I just had it.   I finally have a clean living room. FINALLY.  He has his own bedroom...plus the back patio... PLUS the "workshop" in the backyard that he set up  ( Where the lawn decorating washer and dryer live).   Why are you cluttering up my living room now??

I left him a note and a text.. "Please, can you clean up the living room tonight".

Got a text back " Oh...Ooops.  It's clean now"

But I was still annoyed....still am actually...and finally sent a text back " Thank you. If you can try and keep your projects in your space, that would be awesome"

Now I feel like a douche.  Then I get annoyed because I shouldn't feel like one because I want my living room to be usable . This is the cleanest the house has ever been..and dammit all I want it to stay that way. I worked so damned hard to get this place in some semblance of order...... but I also don't want to turn anal retentive.  

Gah. 

So there it is.   Ranty ranty ranty.  

I probably also shouldn't be annoyed by the fact that he started calling my cats "His" cats. 

Ummm... No.  Screw that.  That does annoy me.  

Or that he's scared the ever living fuck out of me by sitting on the couch just outside of my bedroom.... not doing anything... just...sitting.  I have kind of a two room area that is my "space"..  My bedroom..with the bathroom next to it.. and the guitar/ production room that has a couch.  It's pretty obvious that this is my personal space... not communal space.  So finding him sitting on my couch was a bit of a shock.

I ask him " Ummm...what are you doing?" 

"Just waiting for the cats" ( who were in my room)..

OOoooooooookey dokey then.  I think we need to have a little talk about boundary issues. 


He DOES have good qualities. 

He adores the cats (obviously)..

He kinda cleans. 

He mostly pays his rent and utilities on time.  I have to remind him... but when I do.. he's good about getting the money to me in time. 

He's a good person.  He's weird. He drives me crazy. But I am mostly certain that he is not a serial killer.

Mostly.