I know I keep painting Initials' roommate as an overweight lesbian monster with no redeemable qualities. And that's still an acurate portrayal. Except now she's even worse.
Ok, well maybe I can't completely blame her on this one. But I'm going to.
Her sister has recently broken off her engagement with her fiancee and starting this weekend, she's going to be living with them.
Now Initials can't use his garage, because her stuff will take over their storage area. And we can't watch tv in his living room at night anymore, or come home late at night, because she'll be sleeping on the couch and she is very sensitive and sleep-conscious. Which is ok, because with her she'll be bringing her two long-haired cats, who even by her own account are not very social, and both Initials and I are not going to be able to go into the living room without exploding into conniptions of sneezes.
For at least a month, and probably until the end of the year, he'll be sequestered into his room. Which will drive me crazy, because all he'll want to do is doink and talk about our feelings afterwards. Goddamnit.
