jmanpc
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So this weekend, my girlfriend I were gonna get out of town and head over to my sister's house and chill out there. My sister just bought a house in Memphis, so we've been helping her paint and spackle and whatnot. It's actually fun and relaxing to just go paint, spend time with the girlfriend, and catch up with my sister.
So Saturday morning, I'm packing and I tell my roomate that I'm headed out. So I go to the caf to grab some lunch, and I come back to the dorm, and my roomate's packed and ready to go with me.
Shit.
I failed to mention that another reason I wanted to get out of town was to get away from my jackass roomate. He's cool and all, but after a month of seeing him every day I want to get a badger to rip his face off. Lately, he's gotten on a holier-than-thou streak where he loves to look down his nose at others because he's such a perfect Christian. Oh, and I forgot to tell you, he's bloody obsessed with country music.
And if you know nothing else about me, know that I hate country music with a fiery passion unparalledled by any other evil force on this planet.
Well, since I'm too nice to tell him to piss off (That's my downfall, and I hate it), he tags along. Since he can't stand 90% of what I listen to, he puts on his headphones, and listens to John Denver. So my gf and I are sitting up front in the van talkin, system volume is low, and he's sitting in the back singing along with John with his hellishly horrid voice at full blast. I turn around and tell him to shut up, and he sings louder. This continues throughout the entire trip.
If you are still reading this, you don't have ADD.
Anyhow, we finally arrive in Memphis, and I'm overjoyed to get out of the car. So we get into my sister's house and start painting, and my sister decides to play some music. So she puts in Aerosmith, and my girlfriend, my sister and I are all singing along, having a good time, and my roomate is bitching about how Aerosmith sucks. So when the CD is over, he runs over and puts in some shitty country music. After a song or two, my sis, girlfriend and I have had all we can tolerate, so I go switch it to some other classic rock mix CD. He gets pissed and puts his back in. This happens a few times, and I tell him he has lost his music privaleges. He continues to try and play country music.
So, I take his CD case while he's painting and not watching, and I walk out the front door and punt his CDs into the street, and leave em. He gets all pouty and pissy when he finds out, but I nail into his mind that he's the only one who likes that shit, and to keep it out of the CD player or I will continue to screw with his CDs. He calms down a bit, finally.
But on the way home, he continues to do his country sing-along. So, I pulled the car over, and yelled at him. Told him to keep that shit to himself or turn it off. We don't like it, we never will.
Cliffs notes:
Fuck country music. And roomates.
So Saturday morning, I'm packing and I tell my roomate that I'm headed out. So I go to the caf to grab some lunch, and I come back to the dorm, and my roomate's packed and ready to go with me.
Shit.
I failed to mention that another reason I wanted to get out of town was to get away from my jackass roomate. He's cool and all, but after a month of seeing him every day I want to get a badger to rip his face off. Lately, he's gotten on a holier-than-thou streak where he loves to look down his nose at others because he's such a perfect Christian. Oh, and I forgot to tell you, he's bloody obsessed with country music.
And if you know nothing else about me, know that I hate country music with a fiery passion unparalledled by any other evil force on this planet.
Well, since I'm too nice to tell him to piss off (That's my downfall, and I hate it), he tags along. Since he can't stand 90% of what I listen to, he puts on his headphones, and listens to John Denver. So my gf and I are sitting up front in the van talkin, system volume is low, and he's sitting in the back singing along with John with his hellishly horrid voice at full blast. I turn around and tell him to shut up, and he sings louder. This continues throughout the entire trip.
If you are still reading this, you don't have ADD.
Anyhow, we finally arrive in Memphis, and I'm overjoyed to get out of the car. So we get into my sister's house and start painting, and my sister decides to play some music. So she puts in Aerosmith, and my girlfriend, my sister and I are all singing along, having a good time, and my roomate is bitching about how Aerosmith sucks. So when the CD is over, he runs over and puts in some shitty country music. After a song or two, my sis, girlfriend and I have had all we can tolerate, so I go switch it to some other classic rock mix CD. He gets pissed and puts his back in. This happens a few times, and I tell him he has lost his music privaleges. He continues to try and play country music.
So, I take his CD case while he's painting and not watching, and I walk out the front door and punt his CDs into the street, and leave em. He gets all pouty and pissy when he finds out, but I nail into his mind that he's the only one who likes that shit, and to keep it out of the CD player or I will continue to screw with his CDs. He calms down a bit, finally.
But on the way home, he continues to do his country sing-along. So, I pulled the car over, and yelled at him. Told him to keep that shit to himself or turn it off. We don't like it, we never will.
Cliffs notes:
Fuck country music. And roomates.
