110 days left!

So it's Friday night and I'm not at work... I should be at work, but due to a managerial mishap I found out that I wasn't working tonight as I was stuck in traffic on the way there... so needless to say I was stuck in traffic all afternoon and one turn became three turns and before I knew it I was lost in China town! It actually wasn't as bad as I thought it was because NR works in China Town and the area he works is full of homeless bums and dark alleys.. but the area I was in was just like you would think China Town would be like! It was kinda cool and maybe I'll actually go get some dim sum there one day.

Mitch is out at dinner right now with his friend from Colorado, Josh, and his girlfriend. I would have gone, but I'll wait till next round after the catching up convos have died down. NR is such a douche. He gets so jealous and territorial when Mitch has any friends other than himself.

Funny story... so NR is such a leech. Everytime Mitch introduces NR to any of his friends NR will get their number and plague them with texts and myspace requests and immediately put them in his top 8. How pathetic. Who does that? So Mitch asked NR why he hadn't made any friends here in Hawaii since we've been here for over 2 months and he screeches "BECAUSE YOU HAVEN'T INTRODUCED ME TO JOSH!" Geesh... whattaleech.

Since my last rant on NR, things have only gone downhill. Mitch will hang out with him and then the next day Mitch won't and NR will go stark mad!!! He is an emotional rollercoaster in severe need of therapy.

After a night of drinks, Mitch and I came home and NR had bought a tv stand, but instead of contributing to the apartment and use it in the living room where the tv is... he puts it in his dumpster of a room. SO... we put the couch that he has been soiling with his beastly self (think Jabba the Hut on a nice, new, clean, leather couch) in our room and boy did he have a fit! Not that he could say anything, but not much goes on in that fat head of his so in his world, things don't have to make sense. So to "get back at us" he put the tv in his room! That is quite possibly the nicest thing he could have done for us! Because he is always watching tv in the living room and polluting the air with his nightly mac and cheese and beer combo that we can't go into the kitchen w/o him glaring at us w/ his glazed over eyes. So now we can peacefully go into the kitchen without NR's constant stench, right? You would think... for someone who doesn't need to be eating... HE'S ALWAYS IN THE KITCHEN! dammit... what did I do to deserve?

And he has the nerve to say that we never clean the kitchen. How about we rarely use the kitchen! I used to clean ALL the time and I would get so annoyed by how he never cleaned up his messes, but now I don't care. I don't clean and I don't give a shit. How hard is it to put dishes in the dishwasher and wipe down the counter? He's in the kitchen deep frying anything he can get his hooves on... it's the least he can do. So over it.

And to make things worse he walks around with his shirt off! He reminds me of those starving children in poverty stricken areas of Africa because his gut is so bloated! How ironic... they're bloated due to poverty... he's bloated due to gluttony. How twisted...

Only 101 days left and the countdown to NR's nonexistence has started!