but it's so hard. because parenting is fucking ridiculous. right? there is so much good stuff to share. (jim gaffigan does it.....)
a while back i had this idea for someone complaining about their roommate, and the big reveal/punch line is that it's actually their new baby.
but, really.
my roommates don't:
-respect my privacy or boundaries
-ever share the TV
-ever help with cleaning or cooking or grocery shopping
-ever replace the TP when it's gone. or know how to drive to buy more.
-know how to be patient or disciplined. when they first moved in and demanded milk, it got real weird.
-tell time and they are perpetually late for everything with zero remorse
-ever offer to pay rent or utilities. they don't know what rent is. they have $9 in nickels they stole out of the bottom of my car.
-care to bathe and have to be coerced into hygiene several times per week for the household good.
my roommates do:
-interrupt me all the time, especially when i'm on the phone. especially if it's about work.
-put things they're eating either jelly-side down on the couch or into my mouth while i'm talking.
-use my name like it's a tic
-fart on my pillow
-cock block. all. of. the. time.
-act like i'm the Beatles when i come home (this one is pretty great)
-play role-playing games all the time where they are animals and monsters and we're living on a moon train or whatever. (my roommates swear the only drug they take is benadryl but no one believes them).
-have a song for everything, and are able to fashion instruments out of everyday household items. like remote controls and television monitors. it's so fun.
-laugh almost all the time, which is SO great. but does it have to be so naked all the time. does it.
does it.
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