The wonders of living with people. I like living in my bubble. I like my space, I like my privacy, and I like doing what ever I want, when I want. In other words, I'm a brat. I am very territorial. I HATE it when people touch my stuff. I am anal as all hell. I sound like a ball of fun, don't I.
Now that Hub Hub and I are living with people again, I have to share and I don't wanna!! (stomping my foot and throwing my hands around, followed by me throwing myself on the floor). Ya, ok I know, but still.
Everyone eats my food. My snacks are gone when I have been craving it all day, and I go to reach for them with drool in the corner of my mouth and they are ALL GONE! (pouting).
What do you mean I can't walk around in my underwear? WTH? What do you mean I can't just wear a white beater without a bra, who cares if you can see my nips. I don't wanna have to wear the devil made bra!! waaaa.
Sharing the remote with Hub Hub sucks, never mind with everyone. Have I mentioned I am possessive with my space, and stuff? Tried changing, gave up on that when I realized how hard it was, I don't want to strain myself people.
I can't find my flip flops, they aren't where I left them. The 'people' must have abducted them. I think it's a conspiracy. They are out to get me.
ps: I love these people, just love my space a lil more sometimes <3
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