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There's a world of difference between doing something because it needs to get done and doing something because you've been 'asked' to. I keep telling myself that it's an exercise in patience, that she's probably as annoyed with me as I am with her. But it only helps sometimes. Other times I just want to tell her to fuck off, I'm busy. She says that if I ever get a room-mate, I'll have to get used to having someone around and working around another person's life and schedule. But you know what? Any roommate I get won't interfere with my life. They're not going to go through my laundry, tell me to completely remove all of my stuff from a room where I like to work because 'they don't want to look at a mess,' tell me how and when to feed my cat, or expect me to make them supper. A roommate will fucking leave me alone, and if they can't, then I won't let them live with me. Period.
Dad's coming home this week. As much as I love him, I am somewhat less than excited. I miss my independence.

On the other hand, I am completely excited for Phil and Kristy's wedding today!