Being painfully single, and living with 3 roomies has its challenges.
For example, having been alone as much as I have, I'm used to...erm..."snapping one off" whenever I feel like it. Same goes for watching porn. Now me, being a very private person, I'm very hush-hush about porn. I don't talk about it much, express much external interest in it (though I have some), I'd even go so far as to say I'm kind of in the closet concerning porn. Not sure why. It might have something to do with previous relationships where porn became something of a communal scenario. And the experience(s) couldn't be described as "fun". Unless you live in a bizarro world where up-is-down, in-is-out, good-is-evil, and "fun" is actually like getting your bits 'n pieces caught in a belt-sander.
While in relationships, the porn-viewing became more of a Ebert & Roeper (or perhaps even a Waldorf & Statler)-type affair. Nothing kills eroticism (what little there may be to had, depending on the porn being viewed) like critiquing/heckling. But I digress...
The point I was attempting to make (and stopped to ramble, during) was that for me, there has been some adjustment in having roomies. I no longer watch, or download as much porn as I used to. The frequency in which I masturbate, has also declined. Even with my door closed to my room, I simply cannot trust that a roomie won't come a-bangin' at my door, for some retarded reason or another. I've acquired masturbatory paranoia.
Which reminds me (again, with the rambling!) of what I was going to post in the first place. I needed to talk to a roomie, earlier this week. So I went down the hall, to their room, and knocked on the door. "Yo!", responded my roomie. Now to me, a hearty "Yo!" means "Come on in!". Let's just say I caught him on his laptop, with his knickers down, watching some hot black-on-white, interracial action.
Oops.
I admit that we both really handled the situation like champs. He simply stopped what he was doing, looked up, and said: "Dude, I'm watching some porn". To which I replied: "Hrm, sorry", and I promptly closed the door.
Friday, March 26, 2010
Monday, March 15, 2010
...Not as single spies, but in battalions
Argh. I've heard good things come in threes, but I've recently experienced that the opposite is also true.
About 3 weeks-or-so ago, 3 extremely unpleasant things happened.
#1. The motherboard on my 'puter got cooked. Not sure how, but I suspect via a power surge that overwhelmed my surge-protector. Me without 'puter, makes Homer go something-something.
So, silly me decided to upgrade. I got a new processor, motherboard, RAM, and a new power supply. I got a friend to help me put it all together ('cause I wasn't sure I could). And it didn't work. I then spent a week trying to figure out what was wrong. I finally caved and took it in, and it turns out that the new, swanky RAM I got was not compatible with the motherboard. Or more accurately, the RAM should've been compatible, was on paper, but was in fact, not. I had to settle for stable, but less powerful RAM. 'Puter is good now.
#2. Around that same time my 'puter went poof, my MSN/Hotmail e-mail account, my POF account, and a few of my gaming accounts got hacked. I suspect it was Mary (my most recent ex, who might've known my passwords).
Thankfully, I've sorted out everything but the e-mail problems. Microsoft is staggeringly unhelpful in that regard. I've gotten 3 e-mails from them asking for the exact same shit I've already sent to confirm that it was my e-mail and account to begin with. So I just made a whole new e-mail.
#3. Also during the above stuff, I acquired some kind of massive eye infection. I missed 6-or-so shifts at work (totalling around $600 lost), because it was thought to be conjunctivitis. Health and safety states that in the food industry, one cannot work while sick with something extremely contagious. So I missed a bunch of work. I also spent 3 days straight with my head jammed under a pillow, lights out, ready to scream. The faintest of light caused intense, intense, INTENSE pain. Saying it 3 times should indicate just how intense that pain was.
*quits whinin'*
About 3 weeks-or-so ago, 3 extremely unpleasant things happened.
#1. The motherboard on my 'puter got cooked. Not sure how, but I suspect via a power surge that overwhelmed my surge-protector. Me without 'puter, makes Homer go something-something.
So, silly me decided to upgrade. I got a new processor, motherboard, RAM, and a new power supply. I got a friend to help me put it all together ('cause I wasn't sure I could). And it didn't work. I then spent a week trying to figure out what was wrong. I finally caved and took it in, and it turns out that the new, swanky RAM I got was not compatible with the motherboard. Or more accurately, the RAM should've been compatible, was on paper, but was in fact, not. I had to settle for stable, but less powerful RAM. 'Puter is good now.
#2. Around that same time my 'puter went poof, my MSN/Hotmail e-mail account, my POF account, and a few of my gaming accounts got hacked. I suspect it was Mary (my most recent ex, who might've known my passwords).
Thankfully, I've sorted out everything but the e-mail problems. Microsoft is staggeringly unhelpful in that regard. I've gotten 3 e-mails from them asking for the exact same shit I've already sent to confirm that it was my e-mail and account to begin with. So I just made a whole new e-mail.
#3. Also during the above stuff, I acquired some kind of massive eye infection. I missed 6-or-so shifts at work (totalling around $600 lost), because it was thought to be conjunctivitis. Health and safety states that in the food industry, one cannot work while sick with something extremely contagious. So I missed a bunch of work. I also spent 3 days straight with my head jammed under a pillow, lights out, ready to scream. The faintest of light caused intense, intense, INTENSE pain. Saying it 3 times should indicate just how intense that pain was.
*quits whinin'*
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