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The Beech Hill Basement
Had an okay day, but let me bitch about something:
I got home at 7. I promised Tricia we'd watch this Johnny Depp movie tonight that she's been bugging me to watch with her for months now. So I agree -- and tell her that I'll probably color while we're watching it.
Well, she wants to finish this fanfic she's working on first. I say okay and wait around for her. While I'm waiting, I start working on my own little side-project fanfic. I get going on it.
Eventually, she comes down at around 10ish, unsure if we're going to watch as her friend Emily is about to call. Two minutes later, Emily calls. Tricia goes upstairs to talk to her. Eventually, she comes downstairs to talk to her, annoying me as I'm trying to write. She then turns on TV, as we decided then to just sit around and watch TV. Except at this point, I don't want to watch TV; I want to write. But she feels bad about that and I don't want her to feel about and so I tell her it's fine.
SO, if we're going to watch TV and thus can't write, I'm going to color. I go get my markers and whatnot and find she's putting in the movie. Ugh. I tell her I won't watch the whole thing because I have to get up at 7 for work and should go to bed early.
She says its fine.
I hear two car doors slam. It's Kyle and Stephen. Ugh.
We immediately turn off the movie because one of them will make some snide comment that'll piss Tricia off. Plus, we don't know what the fuck they're doing and being the "nice roommates," we leave the room. She goes upstairs and I down here into the basement, where I write two paragraphs and give up.
It's times like these when I miss the way things used to be. We used to make arrangements, hang out, draw/do art, watch movies/TV, etc. Now, we don't spend any evening time together. Part of it is because we never have any idea what the hell Kyle is doing. Part of it is because . . . there's no need for it?
I really hate this situation. It's so frustrating.
~W~
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