Smellobrate!

I have a new word for today.

"Smellobrate"

It's for use when something smells so good, you want to celebrate!

And now...on with some recent events.

My hours at work have been cut...again. I'd joke about it, but when it coincides with a troublesome roomie causing more trouble, it's not really funny-time.

Basically, said roomie has decided to move out at the end of next month. I'd jump for joy (because I hate him with the burning passion of a 1000 suns) if it weren't for the fact that it hoses me, and my remaining roomies, out of around $225 a month. Money I don't really have at the moment, given the work hours being cut.

So in-short, Hulk mad. Hulk really mad. But it's better than what we thought was going to happen, where the rest of us could've been stuck in a lease, and forced to waste $2000 over the course of the next 9 months. OR suffer a breach of contract, and potentially be sued for even more.

Been taking a break from Andromeda. About this time last week, she pulled a relationship no-no, and judged me. She called me "petty". I was venting about the workplace issues, and roommate issues (as seen above)...to which she judged.

Personally, I don't think it's petty to be mad at someone who screws me over to make their situation better. I think it's justified. Apparently, Andromeda thinks otherwise. And after some intermittent fighting, I've decided to simply not deal with her for the time being.

In her absence, I've been ruminating over alot of the problems I've been having with her. Namely, the fact that she's an emotional hostage-taker. One of her texts to me during our arguing phase is textbook emotional hostage-taking.

And I quote:

"If you loved me like you say you do, you'd..."

Funny thing is, It wasn't until then that I realized that she does it often. In fact, she did it right from the get-go, dropping the L-bomb ("I love you"), very early in our relationship, which made me uncomfortable. Over time, I eventually caved and reciprocated it back to her, mainly because she got pissy when I didn't. Still, that part is partially my fault, as I did acquiesce. And now, I suspect that there's going to be some fun conversation time come Sunday, when I tell her that our relationship isn't working out for me.

Now that'll be a chucklefest...