A day without tears is like...

...actually I have no fucking clue what that's like!

So we've got a new girl living in the house and reaction has been mixed to say the least. She's a nice girl and all that jazz, but she's entirely too sensitive.

I'm sure that there are people far more insensitive than I kicking around, but the waterworks have not stopped with this one. I'm surprised she likes us so much, but apparently I/we like to test people, to see how devoted they are to us.

I've tried avoiding conversation (note there was no use of the word 'confrontation') with her, only to have her ending up feeling slighted (and crying herself to sleep - not kidding, we've all heard the wails), but when I shower her with attention (read: turn into Rage-blackout Gingerbread) she chain-smokes on the front steps (essentially right outside my window) with her tail between her legs and cries.

Of course, both of these things only happen on nights where I have to be up in roughly six hours to open the store, but I digress.

Last night, I called her from upstairs (I'm not lazy, but I was already in bed, and I didn't feel like putting on pants) to tell her and The Roadtrip Queen that I was tired and had to get up early so if they could please stop yelling, that would be super (this is almost verbatim) and next thing I know, she's stomping around, slamming doors, turning on lights, and chain-smoking up a storm, lovely!

Because now, I'm not only pissed because she's smoking outside (which makes me want a cigarette like no other), but I also have to go around the house and turn off the lights that she's left on and are subsequently shining into my room, reverberating off of my hardwood, and hitting me in the eyes, nice.

You really know the way to a girl's heart, Fauxhawk.

The funny thing is, she was mentioning this dream she had where everyone in the house wanted her to move out and the only thing running through my mind was "how soon can you move out?"