What is it with boys and XBox 360?
Rob just acquired himself one. This does not bode well…
Especially when he offers to download XBox Live Settlers of Catan for me.
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I didn’t really have any intention of having a roommate again if I could help it. I admit, I had been really apprehensive about living alone at first, but as I started becoming accustomed to it, I found I was actually enjoying it. Living alone meant I could have guests come and go as needed and I could do things without worrying about whether it would be okay with my roommate.
But when Rob told me he was coming back to Japan and that he wanted to live with me, I was okay with that. I mean, come on, it’s Rob. Rob’s good people.
And a bad influence to boot. Like promoting The Daily Show and Drive and pretty much a lot of American TV. So far, he’s also handy. He took the house bike in for me and got it fixed and he cleans! Woot!
Boys are still dumb, but maybe this won’t suck. Incidentally, we’re going to have some creative sleeping arrangements come the end of May — not to be confused with Come What May, that delightful duet between Ewan McGregor’s Christian and Nicole Kidman’s Satine from the surprisingly smashing musical-film Moulin Rouge!
Welup. If all else fails, at least I’ll save some money again.
Jacob scratches himself in my presence.
Boys suck.
My eyes narrow and I look at Jacob’s feet sharply, “Are you wearing two different socks?”
“No…” he replies sheepishly.
“And to make matters worse,” Darya chimes in, “he did the smell test on them!”
I shake my head and mutter, “Boys.”
Beat, and then I add: “Hear that tone? That’s disgust!”
Seriously.
We went to a 280 last Tuesday night. I was…unexpected, in the “wow, jessi can be suggestive kind of way.” It happens every once in a while. Just ask my friends from college.
While we were in the cab, Jacob laughed and said, “I guess this is payback for all the times I made you uncomfortable and you mutter about living with boys.”
“That’s not really discomfort,” I replied.
“If you could describe what you mean when you mutter about living with boys in one word, what would it be?”
“Disgust!”
“Oh.”
Just sayin’.
“One, remind me to shower when we get home; and two, make sure I only play one game of Warcraft.”
I immediately look at Mike, “I’m glad you’re sitting next to him and not me.”
To be fair, I’m not always around…so I’m sure he’s showered in the last day or so. He has to have. And to be fair, I can’t say I shower every day 365 days of the year consecutively.
Sometimes, you just can’t get to it, right?
I hope he’s using a regular towel and not a hand towel, though. That just messes with my head when he does that.
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Written in response to Al’s post — funny how our situations are almost in sync…or should I say N’Sync
ETA: Whoa, whoa, whoa…I was just about to post this when Mike came up the stairs asking me to get one of Jacob’s towels. At least he didn’t use the hand towel this time.
Boys are dumb.
We cleaned today.
Like, all three of us.
We Orange Cleaned things, vacuumed bunny-like creatures, killed scummy drain monsters, and Jacob took on the bathroom.
It was a victorious day!
The socks have multiplied. They ain’t like the Phantom Socks ‘cuz Darya and I are VERY aware of their owner and the like, but now there’s two pairs, four in total, instead of the single pair that was there before.
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Darya sprayed some perfume in the other room, around the Clothes Hill that is still there from last week.
Boys are dumb.
I admit, I’ve used Febreeze before. In college, it was because I was usually poor.
But I do laundry. It ain’t my favorite chore in the world, but I do it.
And then, when the laundry is done drying, I put it away. Or if something prevents me from doing so, I at least know which clothes are clean and which are not.
This is not the case with my roommate. He’ll pick up a shirt and smell it. If it smells all right, then it must be clean.
There is a pile of clothes in the other room and Darya was wondering which were clean and which were dirty.
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Darya said to me this morning that no one else is allowed to dishes but her.
I guess when she went to use the pan this morning, and when she took it from the drying rack, there appeared to be something still on it. Upon further inspection, it was the remnants of the dish detergent.
I think he missed a spot. 
Al and I have two things in common. First and foremost, we are both far away from home. Second, and the jury is still out about whether this is a good thing or a bad thing — we live with boys. So, to show my support of Daydream Believer, I have also started a new category titled: Living with Boys: Osaka. Female solidarity, baby!
What is it with sinks?
There was something green and goopy in the sink-drain-catcher-majigger. I think it was closely related to Gilette.
Do you have this problem, too, Al?