What the hell?

Garbage Delivery

I love the suspicion held by my female roommate. Now she doesn't believe i'm actually going to work. For some god for saken reason, she's convinced i'd lie about my whereabouts...why??

Tonight she positively grilled me on it. Oddest thing.

And when she was trying to justify how tiring her trip to LA will be next week I almost lost it.

She (to him) Gosh, full days. 10 to 6pm, I mean really.
He: There were even days we started at 9!
She: No!
He: Yes.
She: So they just came and picked you up?
He: Most of the time. (Then there was a side story about how he got lost driving by himself.)
She: ...so when I go, I can understand how tiring travel can be. I mean, I'll have to drive around everywhere just to visit everyone.
He: Uh, no. But you won't be working, so why would you be tired?
She: [dirty look]
He: You can squeeze some fun time in there
She: [another dirty look] It's alot of effort

...and so it continued. it was really funny.

And then the conversation about going to Aspen started.

She: I wish I had a job where I travelled to Aspen.
He: So get one
She: [REally dirty look]
He: Just stop complaining about your job and get a new one.

OOOOOOoooook. Mr. Supportive.

Geez..

Oddity for this eve transpired when calling E. The phone rang for ages, and when she picked up it did not sound like her. ("Hi sweetie." just does not sound like her. Not that she's an ogre, but an odd word choice.) And then when I said, "No, it really doesn't sound like you." the phone started ringing again...and kept ringing. I swear I'm either going nuts or the phone is being possessed.

What's up with that?

posted by irene @ 2/23/2004 09:36:00 PM