I was busy making myself a coffee this morning, spilt some water on the table, neglected to clean it up, and was ritually summoned and castrated over this water (castrated may be hard word to use, but this is how my delightful girlfriend feels happened to me), so I cleaned it up and promptly did not care. I'm easy going and live with an OCD roommate (Miriam) who Andrea suspects is on her period (I'm dating a classy one, aren't I?).
This ritual summoning bothered Andrea a lot more than it did me. She thinks I'm being used, bossed about, and that I'm not standing up for myself. As I tried to explain, I don't need to pick a fight about something as frivilous as a few drops of water on a table. But Andy also thinks that I'm now Miriam's bitch, whereas it's nothing of the sort. Should Miriam have a go at me for something far from fair, she will quickly find that whatever phantom power she had over me is nothing more than a puff of smoke that has now gone. But also I'm out of here in 6 weeks, so it isn't likely to happen. Andrea's also miffed that they left the kitchen untidy yesterday, forcing Andrea to clean their shit so that she could use it, and some water spillage is nothing in comparrison.
Secretly I think that Andrea is trying to get me to stand up to her (to Andrea, not to Miriam). Andrea likes to vent, likes her fights and likes to spar every now and then. But then she admits that I'm a cool guy, very easy to get along with, and that I don't worry about the unimportant stuff.
It's also a slow news day. I overslept, feel groggy despite a strong coffee, and am patiently waiting for Andy's Italian pics to be loaded up onto facebook, despite having a week to do so. She says that she's busy, but really she's playing Uno and mahjong. And making me dinner after I've had a long day at uni, so she's cute and adorable.
I wonder if, after reading this, she'll say "no more blogs about me!"
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