I lost my BB hoodie at the airport tuesday. which sucks many different kinds of balls as it's warm here during hte day but chilly at night, perfect hoodie weather. only now i has no hoodie.
i feel the urge to go Sweeney Todd on my landlord/rommie guy. This guy has said before that he doesn't like my cooking but the other night in a fit of drunken hunger he requested some of whatever i was making only to then tell me he hates it. which i'm fine with. i don't care if you don't like my cooking. spit the food back in my face for all i care. but what he said after that really pissed me off. he tells me that i need to be "retrained" on the spice rack. to presume your relationship with me is intimate enough that you can offer to "train" me at all, let alone retrain me just because my methods are different than yours just made me want to set him on fire. I'm proud of myself though, i just walked out of the room. it's just kinda spiralled outta control from there though. I made dinner for me Dave and my friend Nessa but as he's expressed a disinterest in my cooking i didn't make him any. which he's decided was rude. And now he's calling Dave to complain about me while I sit right here. He won't accept my apologies for being admittedly petty and spiteful and his form of apology is to try to buy me off with weed, which doesn't work for me as an apology at all. I'd forgotten how exhausting Drama could be. So I'm looking to move.
so that's how my week has been.
Though I have to thank dear Bikerpunk for this awesome Chocolate Custard recipe he gave me yesterday. Definitely a ticket to get laid :p
~K
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