cadyne

Against my better judgement, I waited for Jon to get ready so we could go hang out in Ocean City - primarily because I was desperate and didn't want to drive there by myself.

Halfway there, he starts bitching about how he would rather be at work, and he keeps sending his coworkers text messages. I tried to get him off the topic of work by asking a question, and he freaked out on me and told me once again that he has a "real" job unlike me, so I turned the car around, took him home, and told him to go die. Sorry, working in a booth at the mall isn't what I consider a career, idiot.

He spent the next 2 hours sitting in the living room (which is currently MY room since the evictees haven't left YET...) talking on his cell phone and playing some dorky role-playing game over the phone. He finally left when I called Scott and started telling him all about how my annoying roommate ruined my morning and was now sitting in my room keeping me awake instead of going into his room to talk.

Jon got the message and went in his room to finish, then left for work. Thank God. His very presence irritates me, I want to literally strangle him to death every time I see him.

And since he slept on my couch, I woke up from my nap with yet more bug bites.. I just fucking got rid of the them, and they're back. I hate Jon. He's so nasty.

So yeah.. my birthday is sucking big time. I'd almost rather be at work too.

All my friends and family have called to tell me happy birthday, which isn't helping because it makes me miss home even more.

I want something to be happy about. Hmm.

Drawing a blank.

I think I'll go take another nap.