It hasn't even hit seventy degrees yet, and already this summer is getting overheated. The climate might be lagging, but the climate in my house is somewhere between sizzling and boiling over. I was worried about getting sunburned from staying outside for too long, now I'm worried about getting heat rash from staying inside for too long. Remember a couple weeks ago when I wrote letters to everyone, and two of those letters had to do with a housemate of mine and the girl who he is entangled with; well they started up again. And it's not a good thing. Because she's not a good thing. She might be three fourths evil and one fourth nasty, in my opinion. But now him and her are back together and she is back at the house, on the daily. And no one likes her, no one wants her around, and no one wants to speak to her. It's tricky for one of my other housemates because he's brother to the one repeating his mistakes, so he's caught in the middle of it all. Where does your allegiance fall when you have to decide between your brother and his tramp, and your girlfriend/one day wife? That's not a position I'm envious of at all. I'm slightly detached from it all, because it's plain and simple for me. She's a tramp! With a capital C. I've known about her all the way back in the day when I was still at my first college. Then she popped up on my radar again years later, and then she wrecked the heart of one of my boys. Sorry bitch, but unless you pay off my student loans, we will never "be cool" with one another. You hurt someone I love, you might as well move to penguin land, because Imma freeze you out of my life anyways. The thing that really pisses me off, is that the stupid bitch parades around the house like nothing ever happened. She should be so, so, SO embarrassed to even show her face around this house. She's a two faced slut, and we all know it. She should be quieter then a church mouse when she walks through the door. Instead she's saying "hello" and asking us "how we've been" and acting like life is sunshine and daisies. Wrong move bitch! Life is thunderstorms and poison ivy. Especially when it comes to you. Now I know what you're thinking: why aren't you mad at the housemate for repeating his mistakes? Well we are, or at least I am, but since I love him like a sibling, I can't freeze him out. I just feel a great, enormous amount of pain when I see him falling back to her. He's caught up in this, either by balls or brains, so all we can do is love on him and hope that he figures it out sooner rather then later. But as of right now, the battles lines aren't declared just yet, but the maps are being drawn up. This summer is going to be a hot one, a dangerous one, one full of burns, and I'm not even talking about the weather. Do they make SPF for friendships? Because my house is going to need some of that. Getting sunburn is going to be least of my concerns these next couple of months. I just can't shake the feeling that things are going to get heated, and quickly. And it's going to turn ugly. Oh dear. I'm getting all worked up. I need to preheat the oven and do some stress baking. My kitchen is going to look like a bakers counter if things keep the way they are. Haha. I guess we are creatures of repetition. Live, Stress, Bake, Repeat.
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