housemate

Housemate Horror

If I were to detail to you why my new housemate is pure nightmare, I think I would take up the entire day just chronicling the disasters of living with this half human, half pig.

I hate him based on his personality. I hate him based on how he treats his friends and other people. I hate how he is completely opposite when his girlfriend is around. I hate how he is oblivious. I hate how he is a slob, even when he tries not to. I hate his idea of having a bag of sticky sweets on his bed so he can snack conveniently when he wakes up late at night (although the last one, would effect him more than me).

Such a character truly exists -- even from centuries ago. He is the splitting likeness of Chu Pa Kai, the pig from Journey to the West. If you still don't know what I am talking about, it is one who lusts after pretty girls, despite looking the way he is (found this morning, FHM in the living room, and he proudly asked my *Gallant if he wanted to share his porn CDs). He lacks personality to make up for his loathsome ways. And he is probably the only person who can lament how he should lose weight while stuffing his face with sweet and fried treats. He lacks tact, and speaks freely from his loins and the place where a brain should have been.

Why am I grumbling? Because I can't complain out too loudly about my boyfriend's childhood friend. And to add to all this, I woke up this morning to a mess in the kitchen, and a pot full of my white fungus, with a whole pack of my rock sugar, topped off with my red dates from China. Stop using all my stuff, dammit!

P.S. Mr Possibilities and Ms Luck is tempting me. LH just told me that *Freddy (think Nightmare on Elm Street and Fred Flintstone) is considering buying his own place with his cousins.