I guess you just get used to being alone some times, and when he's always there......aaalllllwaaayyyss...you don't get to do the things you normally would. Like watch stupid reality shows and blog. And I can't say that he's messy, because I'm probably just as messy, considering we both like things clean.
And the stupid punk thinks he can just walk in the living room, pick up the remote, and change House Hunters. Who is he?!? And when did he become so obsessed with the Olympics?!?! I mean I get the snowboard cross and bobsled...that's intense...but figure skating?? I'm sorry....Ice dancing?? This mofo knows more about that 'ish than me!! haha. "Why aren't you excited? Scott Hamilton is commentating!"..............*eyebrow raise*............."Excuse me?"
Not to mention I eat like a slob when I'm with him. He always thinks of these amazing things we could do. Like make steak sandwiches with mayo and horseradish, and eat chips, or Juicy Lucy's, and have pizza delivered, and hit up happy hour for some beers and loaded fries!! How can you turn that down?!?! We made brownies last night. Oh! And then bought ice cream and chocolate syrup because who can have brownie a la mode without that?!?! Seriously?!?!?!?!?!
But I love him. And he's my best friend....
...even though I could seriously kill him some time.