Our neighbors are fighting in the entryway. They're college kids, a guy and a girl. Occasionally they play music waaaayyy too loud. They've been there since the start of the school year. That is about all that I know.

So they're yelling, and I'm slightly comforted by the fact that Tom and I do not yell at each other like that. Yes we get upset and voices get raised, but, we both back off when we know we're being totally irrational. (Or, Tom just points out how ridiculous I am being and makes me laugh, and then we discuss things.)

Girl: "Well I guess I just don't know you at all, then!"
Boy: "No, you don't. Like you don't know the real, inner me."
Melissa thinks: Good God how did you two think moving in together was a good plan if you're not capable of being open with each other??
Girl: "No, I don't at all!"

Girl: "You never TOLD me that!"
Boy: "Well YOU never asked!"
...I am not joking. I wish I were. I didn't think actual real people said that. But, they did, and their tone of voice said they meant it. I'll admit, I've fallen prey to that one in the past. Fortunately for me, Tom has made me realize how toooootally ridiculous an "argument" that is to make. It's not an argument. It's an excuse for both sides failing to actually discuss things with each other - it means you are currently incapable of having honest communication.

One of them just said something about myspace. lmfao. I should not be so amused by all of this, but good lord, it's so ridiculous. Something tells me they will not be renting the apartment again for next year.

Boy is saying that girl never told him that she wished he'd pay more attention to her. An email was read - an email??? really??? YOU LIVE TOGETHER YOU IDIOTS. From what I gather, she has felt lonely and neglected and never made it clear that that's how she felt. So he's getting defensive, and she's half-hysterical. ...did she just say something about fucking a teacher? hmm.

...And yes, I AM this nosy. I do not have my ear pressed to the door or anything, and it's not like I could help but hear the louder parts. I claim it's all for the good of future novel-writing. I plead character research!!!

Ooo! Now they're having the argument about him looking at pictures of girls online! She accuses him of looking at pictures of these chicks, he says "well don't you and your friends get together and go, 'oh this guy's cute'?" Oh man. Tom and I have discussed that one a thousand times. We both have picture-stashes. I have no interest in seeing his, and he has no interest in seeing mine. I'm aware that he is a boy and thus porn is probably a part of his life. He is aware that I have, in a past life, written slash fanfic. lmao. So what. We love each other, and at the end of the day, I fall asleep in his arms. That's the important part.

I really should feel guilty, but, honestly? These two are making me SMILE. And feel all warm and fuzzy. Because Tom and my relationship is NOT, in any way shape or form, like that. (I attribute this mostly to his insanely acute interpretations of human motivations. And the fact that I am insanely patient.)

Well. My Roasted Potatoes (with green beans and broccoli, since I apparently used all my asparagus the other day) are done, and they smell freaking amazing. And I need to go hunt in the cupboard, and see if I might possibly have stuff with which to try making onigiri, as a happy surprise for Tom, who is at jury duty for the first time today. (He's so cute and 1950s when he combs his hair!)

I. am. SO HAPPY. with my life.

Labels: apartment, cooking, life in general, navelgaze