I am probably the most obnoxious person on Earth; seriously if "silence is golden" then I must be pewter metal or some shit. Proof? Well, where do I begin?
If you've read my introductory post then you know that I've got a roommate. My roommate works, and is training not only for a city-to-city bike ride, but a dragon boat race: evidently, she needs her sleep. Well there have been nights where I'll be cooking dinner after she's retired to her chambers, and I'll start singing. Not just that low, melodic muttering that people occasionally do while listening to their iPods, but full out Beyonce belting. I don't know what it is; maybe I'm just secretly passionate about pasta, and get super-enthused whenever I make spaghetti. Well passionate or not, wailing along with your tunes at two in the morning is not okay when you've got a slumbering lady in the room directly above your head.
I've got more evidence too; it may not be as dramatic or comical as that last paragraph, but it's still pretty annoying.
My boyfriend and I both had essays due, and while we were working on them (same time, different locations) I'd be texting him. I wouldn't be texting him anything useful, like information on his research topic, or even a delicious Alfredo sauce recipe. No, I was texting him useless, irrelevant, verging rhetorical shi...stuff, that could have waited until the next day. For example "my phone updated: everything is lime green." Lime green, really; how fascinating. The man had a paper due the next day; ain't nobody got time for lime green, I feel really bad for bugging him so much.
I'm sure there's more evidence of my obnoxiousness, but I'm just going to leave you with these two bite-sized chunks. I hope you enjoy them, I made them with love and two tablets of ex-lax.
Until next time,
L.L.L
M.J.M
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