Monday, 2 February 2009

Back to work.

Well HFH (housemate from hell) was supposed to start back to work *cough* today, taking notes for the wee first years with dyslexia. When I rang her this afternoon at 3:30, she was still in her frigging bed. How does that work? Lazy cow.
This weekend has been a relaxing one, i didn't have much interaction with her (sigh of relief) but last night, it was her boyfriends birthday. Adam, who I had first, had been skiing for the last week and by all accounts was having an absolute ball! So on Friday night, Paul got to witness the cracks in the relationship appearing when she came downstairs and burst into tears because Adam was acting all weird. What do you expect, you gave the poor guy the willes. She was all loved up with her ex (who incidentally should be canonised for putting up with her) and then you announced you loved Adam. Of course that was going to send him running for the hills, the French Alps incidentally. But last night, she got all dressed up, did her hair, the works. When i say dressed up, i mean put her "Fuck Me Boots" and a jumper dress on instead of the manky jeans where her ass is hanging out so I thought they'd be going out for dinner or a drink. But instead he came in, laughed at me and my hangover, eat some sweets and then she dragged him upstairs. He was here quite a while, and although there was tension between them, I had to listen to them giggling so I didn't think anything was up. But, today, i got a text from Adam's housemate asking if they broke up. Apparently Paul and I aren't the only ones who think she's completely nuts, Adam and aforementioned housemate also see the crazyness!

Now that she's single again, hopefully she'll take the time and do some dishes. Its long overdue. And maybe in future, a belt and less pretend sickness will help you to find a guy and not scare him to death. It's girls like her who give the rest of us the 'crazy woman' label.

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