I hate grocery shopping. I can never seem to make some sort of list. I never know what the hell to buy. I wind up with some weird assortment of food and try to make it last as long as I can so I don't have to go out too frequently.
This round today was bagels, cream cheese, lunchmeat, cheese, bread, uh... oh yeah and a couple bags of salad. If the guy on my couch doesn't take any of it, then it might last a couple days.
Man I'm tired of that s**t. Hopefully I can manage to kick him out soon. Worked well at first, now I just feel like he's leeching off of me. He keeps cooking and leaving the dishes around... I hate that s**t. I don't always get the dishes the day of, but I get them well before I want them. With him, if I want to cook first I have to make sure I have clean pots and pans and such to cook with. Pain in the ass. I'm definitely leaving him here when I move back to Texas, completely scrapping that roommate idea. I remembered why I haven't had a roommate since freshman year. It may go fine at first, but after a while I just want to be left the f**k alone. Completely blows any capacity for me to have a routine, and I need that. Oh well, I think I've learned my lesson this time. No more roommates until it is due to a relationship. (Hah, guess I have a fair amount of solitude left!
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