So this new guy who lives with us is actually a total tool and the first thing he said to my dad this morning was "you owe me 40 bucks" because our cats had left pawprints on the hood of his car. And my dad had given him perfectly good solutions to this (put a tarp over the car, get cat repellant, no really a tarp would work, I'll remove it myself don't worry) and this guy shot all of them down and so I'm beginning to think he just wants us to get rid of the cats, which is not his call. And it just pisses me off that he's been here no more than two weeks and would just expect us to give them away just so his model Overcompensation 2012 vehicle remains spotless. Give me a fucking break.
And so my dad and I got to talking about how we really just don't want to live here anymore, and how if I moved back to my old room when it gets warmer I would probably be just as miserable as I was before because there is now someone living right beside my room who would be able to hear me practice french and I'm really self-conscious about other people hearing me butcher foreign languages and also this new bitch leaves the TV on at FULL VOLUME all night like I can't sleep if someone so much as clears their throat outside my room how the fuck would I sleep through that
So he wants to move out and so do I so we could potentially just rent a new house altogether especially if a third person joined us ~winkwinktorianudgenudge
