Woes of house managing

So last week I was house manager with Dan.

My fifth week as house manager, and it was my worst.

Firstly, because Dan takes absolutely no initiative for anything.
He`s always asking me what to do, it`s ridiculous.
Stop bothering me! Ahhh!

Secondly, because people like bitching and complaining about a lot of things.
Especially a certain someone who thinks that just because snacks aren`t laid out on a silver platter for him (when he gets home starving because he was too lazy to pack himself a lunch), there is no food to eat.

Apparently, people also don`t like to eat whole carrots. They must be chopped into bite size pieces.

AAAAAAGH.

I am also proceeding with my coping mechanism to deal with whom I believe is one of the biggest assholes I have ever met.

Harsh words, I know, but really, I think it`s true.

Bahahaha you better get your filthy hands off my desert!

What do you want to do tonight?

The same thing we do every night, try and take over the world!

Narf!

Gwahahahahaa!

Picture yourself in a boat in an alley, with black abyss trees, and a silver grey sky.
A lurker calls you with a voice so deadly, a girl with bloodshot red eyes.

I will walk through the shadows and the streets of Vancouver so that I may finally see the very best side of this world, a world of mystery and secrecy, of problems and misery, all within the confines of my unconscious Mind.

Wherever this Mind wishes to go, I will be led.
Whatever this Mind wishes to see, I shall be fed.
Whoever this Mind wishes to meet, I shall be with instead.

It`s time to break free, and the only real limit I have is curfew.
This will be the time to do things I would never dare to do.

So much to do.

Oops.

So tonight I had the irresistible urge to throw chocolate milk at Jessie`s face.

... I feel bad.

It was awful.

I`m sorry Jessie.

It was really weird.