Am I the only person who has friends who feel it completely okay and sometimes even necessary, it would seem, to fuck around with my shit when they come over to my house?
It's mostly just the Macho Man and the World's Worst Wing Woman who are guilty of such behavior. Neither is ever happy to just let my iTunes playlist run while we're hanging out and having drinks or whatever. Oh no. They need to listen to something else and feel absolutely free to do so without asking.
Oh, and now there's something that simply must be Googled. And then comes the bitching about how slow my computer is. Hey! Here's a tip -- go the fuck home and use your own damn computer if you don't like it. In fact, the World's Worst Wing Woman has been banned from as much as touching my computer after her insistence that I allow her to clean up the programs on my computer and she royally fucked up my Adobe.
I suppose I'm asking for it -- what with leaving my computer out on the coffee table. I should really just put it away and hook my iPod up to the stereo. That would probably solve my problems. But still, is it just me who thinks this is rude? When I go to someone's house, I don't complain about the music they're playing. Unless, of course, they're playing something terrible specifically because I hate it. Then I might say something. I try not to complain about what's on TV. And I certainly don't change the channel the second my host walks out of the room.
Meh. I'm probably overreacting because I'm crabby. Still, I'm giving you booze (that large bottle of Maker's Mark is suspiciously empty after my only using it to make a single Manhattan) and sometimes even food and you thank me by deciding you need to play DJ or complaining about what's on TV? Man, fuck you. I'm not inviting you over any more.