Maaaan, I have things I need to complain about but I don't even know how to begin complaining about them, nor which thread to do said complaining in. This is both weird and unideal.
You're already complaining about complaining,
Better get if off your chest before we all go down the rabbithole.
Sheeiit.
Well, our recently-acquired 'lodger' is severely cutting into my chillaxing time with his habits.
Like... this dude pretty much lives on the couch (I guess his actual room is pretty small... more of a closet really), playing videogames until he passes out, waking up to do it again, and living on "nutella jaffles" and instant noodles. Also, if there's
anything videogame-related going on he needs to be involved.
Now, don't get me wrong, I love games with local multiplayer. But when I can't play anything without some guy plonking himself down, cross-legged in front of the TV and excitedly saying, "Oh, I'll join you," as he grabs up the nearest controller, well, that's a bit much. I'll just retreat to the safety of my room and stare into the retina-burning abyss of my computer screen instead.
Ugh, this can't be making much sense. I think I'm going to go sleep now, I'm feeling pretty much dead.
I had planned on staying up late tonight and catching up on some gaming (I haven't been doing much in the videogaming department lately), but I couldn't even brush up on my very, very rusty Mortal Kombat skills without this guy taking his place by the TV and whipping out his laptop to Google kombos as he waits impatiently for my match to finish.
I gave up, mumbling vague excuses and fleeing the room.
The worst part? He means well, and is an incredibly nice guy, but he's quickly becoming a pain to live with.
Still, he's nowhere near as bad as the last dude- this guy at least has some redeeming qualities. I think I just need to get better at being nice to people.
Woah. Slow down. We currently know that 100% of people who breathe Nitrogen/Oxygen die.
Clearly there must be a "not die" gas.
Tried nitrous oxide?