Stories (part 1)
So...as some people know, my roommate and I, who used to be good friends, are no longer talking. There are many reasons that we are not talking, and I was not sure about whether or not to share them, but I figured I would possibly share a story or two a day.
Steen always said I was sort of over bearing when it came to the appearance of the apartment. Of course, now that we are not talking, he has decided to not do his dishes. Which is one reason we do not talk, I think he's lazy. He has had one pot and one plate in the sink for over a week that has never been washed. How lazy can you get? You can't spend five minutes (if that) to was a pot and a plate. It's not like he was at work all week.
Besides that, my girlfriend and I have come up with a new terminology when someone is lying, we call it Steening (since my roommates name is Steen). I figured I would tell a story about how it came to be and maybe I'll continue with stories all week.
So one day Steen came home with two 6-packs of this beer called Land Shark. Steen said that he had BOUGHT the beer for me, (bought was capitalized as that is important to this story) as the beer was his girlfriend's FAVORITE beer. I made a comment and a face, as I could tell by looking at it, that it was a Corona rip-off and I do not like Corona. He got EMO and was sad since he tries to buy me beer and I never like it. He got me some Danish beer, which I did sincerely appreciate as it was awesome to have a beer from another country. I started to feel bad though as he went out of his to way to think of me and BUY the beer for me.
After I started to do some thinking, I realized how much Steen talked about how his girlfriend does not drink. So my question to Steen was, "How can it be your girlfriend's favorite, if she doesn't drink?" He ended up telling me that he actually got it for FREE as it was extra beer from the Traverse City Film Festival. So he lied about buying the beer as it was free. He lied about it being he girlfriend's favorite as she doesn't drink. I felt a little bit bad also for thrashing a beer I thought he bought.
Granted, this might be minor to some, but it just is part of the lies I have lived with all summer. I plan on sharing more stories as one guy at work wanted to hear them.


