The yelling match...

When one of the girls came home I told her straight away what I thought; they were both being immature, unfriendly and uncool. She sat there and took it. Before I began, though, she made the comment "Aren't you gonna wait for Jess to come home?"
It was obvious from there that Jess was the spanner in the works. That she would make the most noise when belted with words. And, by God, she was ready for it. Like a tigress, she had stored it all up. Everything that I had done that had ticked her off for the past 3 months all came out.

Luckily, a life of having 3 sisters had prepared me for this day, and I was set to give some back. We had a yelling match for 15 minutes, me and this housemate. It ended up with a few comprimizes. I probably lost in many ways, but I let them know that they hadn't the right to handle all my stuff and move things around and that this wasn't how people lived. And that I have some balls and if you mess with em they'll swing around and hit you in the godamn face and knock you out!

If they wanted to live in a sharehouse, they had to be social... or at least pretend to be. Anyhow, it all seemed to end alright. They (or at least Jess... Kendall was rather morose at the time, eyes flicking back and forth between us two as though she were watching a game of tennis) agreed to some of my thoughts and I agreed to some of what they said. It ended with enough smiling to be unorthodoxly comfortable, but I suppose that tomorrow is where the true answers lie.

;)

William John.
PS. They made some comment about hair in the bathroom after I finish. I don't know where this is coming from, I'm not extensive on body hair. Anyhow, I'll humor them and look to see exactly what a beast I am. I'm blaming in on a new towel, personally. I did notice a lot of blue pieces falling off of it, but didn't think that washing them away after I got out was necessary - Melbourne is in water restrictions after all. And I don't have blue hair either. :)