Wednesday, December 12, 2007
save water; ride a cowboy
Third Roommate and I have a deal. He can come over and be Joey Tribbiani at any time, because although he's essentially annoying, peel away the layers and he's a real little softie. He's allowed to come over, whack his feet up onto the coffee table, control the remote, and demand dinner, if he brings me presents.
Ah ha! I'm so klever. I asked for flowers, and oh yes, he bought us flowers for the flat.
Next week, I want a Cartier watch.
Third Roommate: Dude, it's ok, you don't need to make me tea.
Peas: What? Usually you always demand tea.
3RM: Nah, I never really got over that one time you made me tea from your hot water bottle.
3RM: Yeah dude. It was like gnawing on a piece of basketball. It was well rough.
Peas: Oh go on.
3RM: You were probably pissed, who knows, but you poured the contents of your hot water bottle into the kettle, boiled it and made me a cuppa tea.
Peas: No ways, I did that?
3RM: Quite. It was a hot water bottle lying around from the winter months and it was summer.
Peas: I infused your tea with rubber water.
3RM: You were probably purposefully trying to poison me, sure, I understand, but you actually boiled me some Earl Grey with hot water bottle water.
It was completely overpowering.
Peas: That is awesome.
3RM: Really? You don't remember?
Peas: No. But sometimes I love me.
3RM: You make rubber water tea, dude.
Peas: God, I'm amazing.
PS: Martha Stewart, a social worker by profession says I can paw at my face during this stressful time – and I've been pawing away a lot lately – in moments of frenzy and when I need to go to my happy place – she says it's fine as long as my pawing doesn't get out of control and affect my work and life. Only then it's a disorder and I need a straight jacket. So I must be aaaight then.
PPS: Or not. Ref above.