Tons of health~ma and insurance~ma to Connie & Ginger.

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IOmeN - I've been looking online for a replacement car for a couple weeks now. Waiting for the right one to show up. Well, I think the right one has! And I just spent the past 3 hours trying to find my Scottrade checkbook. Where was it? One level down on my end table, right where I looked first... only one level up, and thus spent 3 hours digging in every box in my bedroom and closet. ::sigh:: Hey, at least I found it! Hopefully the car will be there tomorrow. I have a charity event in the morning. And as luck would have it, the dealership that has the car, is only a couple miles form the charity event!

Wow, slow day on the board. Hope that means everyone is having a fun Saturday.

Dealership called. Car I was looking at is no longer available. But they have another Prius. One year older with LESS miles. Like 20,000 less! But more money. But it's not available until Wednesday. Huh?

What's wrong with your current car, omnis? Or better about the one you want?

I was just talking with my BFF last night, both of us have perfectly functional 2001 cars (hers a diesel Jetta, mine a toyota RAV4) that are old and ugly by now, and neither of us feels like we can justify a new car, and a new car would mean caring if it got dinged, but....

So the current roommate has turned into a raging, passive aggressive asshole in the last week. He just has no filter or hesitation on letting me know that he thinks all of what I find entertaining, and how I spend my time, is stupid shit and a complete waste of time (his exact words).

And he does it in a completely passive aggressive way, prefacing and buttressing his comments with "I'm sorry, BUT..." and "I don't mean to be an asshole, BUT..." and "I don't mean to rain on your parade, BUT..."

And he does it every time with a snide, snarky chuckle that almost sounds like Beavis.

He did it last night in the middle of a movie I was watching, and I had to turn it off and just go into my room for the rest of the night to not rip into his shit or just flat out deck him.

I just have no idea what to even say to him right now. Thankfully he is gone this morning, though who knows when he's coming back. He's out on a business trip starting Monday. He comes back toward the end of the week, then flies out to NY to pack up his stuff there, and he's effectively out.

Seriously, what is it with people?

Why not smile cheerfully at him and say "I'm so looking forward to you leaving"? Or "I'm dreadfully sorry that you've had to lower yourself to such demeaning surroundings when you would otherwise have been homeless."

I have become rather confrontation-averse of late.

To say nothing of the fact that between this asshole and Fuckhead the Lying Thief, I'm left wondering if the problem really is me, and that I'm horribly unpleasant to be around.

In particular, I have heard from at least one mutual friend of Fuckhead the Lying Thief that there is somehow another side to the story, beyond he just didn't pay his fucking rent.

Apparently I made him feel unwelcome or some fucking thing, which I was previously unaware was a legitimate excuse for not paying your fucking rent.

And since all this guy can snark about is how much the things I like suck, well I guess maybe the problem IS me, and I should just stay the fuck out of his way.

I really wish I could afford this place on my own.

Pardon the F bombs. I will probably go back and take them out when I am a little less steamed over my luck with roommates lately.

Apparently I made him feel unwelcome or some fucking thing, which I was previously unaware was a legitimate excuse for not paying your fucking rent.

Uh, yeah. I'm gonna go with (a) if you have an issue with me discuss it and (b) the only reason for not paying your rent is if you can't actually sleep here because I changed the locks or there's a hole in the roof or something.

YOu didn't make him feel welcome because you weren't willing to treat him as a best buddy you were letting crash in your spare room as he went through a rough patch. Instead, you treated him like someone with equal responsibility for the rent. How dare you!

A statistic universe of two--unless you're hiding a secret life as a tormentor of hapless roommates who are just trying to make it in the big city--is not enough to make a judgement on.

Thanks, meara and Connie. You made me laugh, and you're right. Two people is not a legitimate data set.