i should have said 'liquor' for Lent.

my roommate has been spending nearly all of his available time with The Guy. on Monday, he told me that we, just he and i, would hang out Tuesday night (i was even going to postpone my Buffy viewage). he stood me up. when he finally showed up, it was four hours later, and he had The Guy with him. so, after much gnashing of teeth by both of us, he agreed to a Wednesday night him-and-me thing.

last night, he again showed up four hours late. he'd been playing chauffeur for The Guy. after more gnashing of teeth, and over a litre of rum, we attempted to work things out by agreeing that he's an asshole and i'm a whiney little bitch. we also discussed his budding relationship with The Guy, why i think it's a bad idea, and how he's beginning to see the psychotic episodes and stalkeresque obsessive behavior that i warned him about.

progress.

after that, my memory of the conversation gets fuzzy. i remember going to bed. i remember the boyfriend (mine) coming home. i remember that he had very cold feet. i also remember The Roommate saying we'd hang out tonight (the boyfriend has to work), but i don't think i'm going to wait for that.