BIG ENORMOUS WONDERFUL NEWS: R & I are moving out on our own. Just the two of us. I am elated. If there was a picture version of the happiness this manifests in my brain, it would be the picture above. Flowers and sun and beauty. That’s what would come out of the printer attached to my brain.

You know that movie with Brad Pitt - The curious case of Benjamin Button? I KNOW YOU DO. It’s the one where he’s born an old man, and he reverses in time until he’s a child.

Well the last year of my life with my former roommate would follow a similar chronological order… When I moved in he was probably 17. Still immature enough not to clean up after himself, but JUST mature enough to be able to carry on a conversation. A year goes by, and suddenly he’s 10 years old. The really annoying 10 year old who screws everyone else over but refuses to take any accountability for his own actions.

IT. WAS. HELL.

I really could care less about him. Unfortunately, he’s R’s friend and that just made me want him to keel over and die EVEN MORE. Because he kept being a jerk to R. And I can’t handle when people hurt those I love.

I’m surprised my subconscious didn’t kick in at night and allow me to sleepwalk to his car & slash his tires. So I’ll thank my frontal lobe RIGHT NOW, because it stopped me from doing such a thing while I was awake, even though the thoughts were definitely there.