Awkward conversation

A few nights ago the flatmate mentioned to me that  his older brother and his thing (girlfriend) were going to be staying here for a few nights.  After  I  clarified that it was indeed his real brother and not his emo squeaky voiced stepbrother I Was fine. For all of 10mins when my next question was.. “err..where are they going to sleep?”  They are going to be on our two couches which is ok. As long as they dont have sex on them (why should our guests get to break in our furniture before we do!). 

Next my brain started.. “oh god  I wont be able to fart.. or burp.. shit what if she thinks  I eat too much? what the hell am I going to say to her? I dont know what to say to a girl.. what do girls talk about??? ” OMG… I JUST THOUGHT.. How the hell am I going to go… you know… to the toilet…  I hate going to the toilet when other people are around. The main toliet is next to the flatmates room and if he’s in his room I wont go in to do anything (except for lately coz its too fucken cold to go to the other bathroom).

You will be pleased to know they are only staying one night!  My poor brain is very greatful…

Moving on…

Before the flatmate left work   his (real) family put in orders of cheap stuff  that they wanted as he was going down to visit for a while before he started his new job.   At christmas time his oldest brother and his wife didnt buy ANYONE christmas presents. I know christmas is all about giving not reciveing but fuck it when you’re buying for other people and you dont get anything back you sorta think “what was the point?” . So when  the flatmate mentioned he wasnt going to buy anything for his new nephew  I didnt try and talk him out  of it.

However his mum said that if he was going to be getting cheap stuff he could get stuff for the baby from her. Sweet so I was put in charge of going to the ladies underthings area at work as well as the baby department. We got  shitloads of stuff..   tonnes of slutty underwear (for the bro’ s thing thats comming to stay).   

The flatmate went to stay with his family with a carload of stuff. Seriously you should have seen  his car. He couldnt use his rear-vision mirror and the passengers seat was covered in stuff. That car was loaded. 

Yesterday the flatmate had dinner with his Dad. I dont particularly like his dad much. Sure I smile and all that but I dont like the way he acts and the things I know he’s done. But I cant mention that on here.   Over lunch  his dad mentioned how he was on Trademe  bidding on a particular item when he saw his oldest sons account. So being the nosey dad he is (arent all dads nosey??) he went to investigate.  And there it was pages and pages of baby stuff. Not just double ups of things they might have had. That I wouldnt give two hoots about. But there was stuff that his mum and his Grandmother had knitted for his unborn child and his eldest daughter.   

This  has made me really mad. We got shitloads if stuff for them. If they didnt want it we could have kept it. I have a friend is due to have her baby soon (one very excited aunty right here!) I could have given it to her. We could have sold it on Trademe ourselves.  We put our arses on the line (selling cheap stuff)  for them. And they go and do that. 

Do you wanna know why they’re doing it??   In the words of marilyn manson… “I dont like the drugs, but the Drugs like me” .  Yup.  Drugs. When the flatmate told me that I was  imagining like a  P lab or something but no its just weed.  However in saying “its just weed”  well if you’re having to sell stuff  so you can buy your weed then you’ve got a problem my friend. A real problem. 

The flatmate isnt going to tell his mum coz he knows it’ll make her upset. He is going to tell his brother thats staying with us (hopefully he’ll kick some sense into him). I did ask for permission before I posted this just incase you’re wondering.

Also  the older brother complained that the flatmate didnt go around and see them when he was down there. Um.. hello.. you have a car? you can drive?  you could go too him.  Not to mention that  his sister needed his support at that time.

Well I’m off..

Thanks for listening/reading.

Love n hugs

me.

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