OPEN DOCUMENT/: UNINTERESTING THINGS
Type: Microsoft Word 93 – 2003 Document
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Date Modified: 1/29/2013 03:04
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Okay, so I found out something new about my roommate today. He's a Brony. Ha ha, yeah, I know. I shouldn't really be surprised. He does have a list of interesting traits to begin with that he didn't let me know about straight away. I think that this is one of his best kept ones. I mean, it's took me four months to find this out, give or take. He let me know straight away that he was a brilliant cook. Of course, his pride had to make sure he showed his hospitality. "Oh I've given you a place to sleep while you 'get back on your feet' but I must impress you with my awesome cooking skills too!" Okay, I might have paraphrased that a little. Or a lot. It's easy for me to feel inferior when my only cooking skills include boiling water for some ready meal noodles or furiously stabbing at a film lib before slamming it in a microwave (Note to self: It can be very therapeutic. Try it more often to vent frustrations for being a failure of a cook. Or a failure of a human being for that matter.)
So to add to his current list of things he does better than me:
-Owns somewhere to live (The Comic Book Store does NOT count.).
-Better groomed than me (NB: Find out what body spray he uses. It smells good.)
-Has a HIGHLY successful job (The Comic Book Store DEFINITELY does not count.).
-Has a better book collection than me. He's trying to get me to read Eat. Pray. Love. "Turned my life around" He keeps saying…what garbage.
-Keeps in contact with his parents. AND calls them Mummy and Daddy.
-Cooks the best food I have ever tasted.
Anyway, I'm getting distracted here. Raj is a Brony. How did I find this out exactly? Well, sometimes he picks me up from the store to save me the walk back to his apartment. Sure, it's far, but you know how bad your money troubles are.
You're so pathetic you can't even afford the bus ride home...
Dammit, focus!
But at least once or twice a week I walk home since Raj says he has "other engagements" or he "has to work late". Sometimes, he doesn't get home until late but other times he is suspiciously home before me. Or suspiciously closing his browser as I enter the room. I mean, even when I closed up early he's there before me. Even with his car, he shouldn't get home before me if he is working late.
I've been trying to catch him out for a while, closing those very few minutes earlier and on the odd occasion a whole hour(Yes, yes I know. Stupid since you should keep it open. More custom means more money. But there has been no one but Morgan in the shop these last few nights and he just left without buying anything anyway. I KNOW I'M STUPID FOR DOING THIS BUT I HAD TO FIND OUT, OKAY?!). Today, I managed to catch him. My persistence has finally paid off! His "prior engagements" has been catching up on the latest episode of My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic since he's never home alone to watch it anymore. Because of me….
Maybe I was a little creepy in catching him out. I just thought he'd been watching porn and jerking off-but I wanted to be certain. I waited outside of the door until I heard him pause whatever he was watching and head to the bathroom. As I heard the bathroom door lock (yes, I know all the sounds of the apartment now. It's the only way I can get a least /some/ rest at night. Or can relax comfortably in bed and wait for the daylight to show through my curtains.) I entered the room as quickly and as quietly as I could. And up on the screen was a paused screenshot of a purple pony with a star on it's butt and a pink pony with crazy hair who was smiling in a cute-creepy way. You saw how he came stumbling out of the toilet as I pressed the Play button. Pants half pulled up and the look of shock on his face. It was hilarious. Though, I did feel guilty afterwards. He looked upset and ashamed. And though I may have poked a little fun at him for it, I really don't mind. So he likes a show aimed at little girls. There are worse things to be a fan of. Besides, it's not like he has any really bad issues like depression…or insomnia…
I've managed to hide my "crazy" from him.
…Fuck I'm such a basket case.
I better change the document name to something inconspicuous in case he decides to prank me using my laptop. I've no doubt that he'd be able to hack it somehow. Don't want him finding this.
SAVE.
RENAME.
DOCUMENT TITLE: THE COMIC BOOK STORE.
Type: Microsoft Word 93 – 2003 Document
Size: 157.5 KB
Date Modified: 1/29/2013 03:37
Pages: 32
Better add paranoia to the ever growing list of my fucked-up-ness.
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