Obtuse.

Lately I've really had a strong desire to stop renting, stop dealing with ridiculous roommates and just BE. I'm domestically oriented by nature and the idea of having some lovely Victorian home (preferably to restore) appeals to me. Unfortunately I'm not exactly swimming in a few thousand extra dollars at the moment. My goal is to begin saving something, anything towards this goal beginning in September. And to pay off all other debt ASAP. Aunt Sallie is a bitch.

Speaking of ridiculous roommates, ours can't figure out why we have an issue with him leaving the door open while he's having sex. His argument was that if he heard us, he'd be happy for us. We were not complaining about volume, asshat. We were lamenting on the complete lack of respect you have for others. If you really don't mind people having sex wherever they feel like it, then I suppose there's no reason for us and a few friends to refrain from going at it in the kitchen while you're cooking or watching TV. The boyfriend has also threatened to implement an open door shitting policy while he's eating dinner. Perhaps that would convey the message that hey, doors are neato.

To be completely honest, it's hard not to want to mess with a person who is being deliberately obtuse. We had considered hooking up the speakers and playing Michael Jackson's "Beat It" at an intense volume whenever the open door fucking begins. Alternatively, it might be fun to convince our roommate that we're involved in some sort of illegal activity. Have various people start calling and dropping by at all hours, behave in a paranoid manner. This is what I do instead of actually snapping. I daydream.