i live with crazy people.

Andre the strategist.

Today Andre’s Girlfriend, otherwise known as Girlfriend # 2, otherwise known as Nicole, started setting up a twitter account.

I quickly saw how this would end. She’d make the account, follow me, see the link to my blog, see old tweets laughing at her boyfriend (and her, to be frank) and start yelling. Nicole has a rather shrill voice so I wanted to ensure that when she started yelling, it wasn’t at me.

In any other situation, I’d simply edit the blog and hope to God she didn’t read the old tweets. However Andre was standing next to me, so I changed my mind. I simply told him about the blog and showed it to him. He voiced his opinion that we shouldn’t tell Nicole yet.

Therefore, when she finds out about the blog, I’ll simply say “Well, Andre knew about it too. And he didn’t tell you.” And she’ll yell at him instead.

Now I know what you’re thinking. How does this show that Andre is crazy? Easy. He is reading all this as I’m typing it. He knows he’s the scapegoat. And he’s not doing anything. In fact, he’s giggling.

Crazy.

A bit more information.

Might just help set the scene for you. Not only am I living with two crazy people, those two crazy people are dating my two best friends. This leads to awkward and weird situations.

EXAMPLE: Party at our place on the weekend. Clown and my friend Rachel, his girlfriend, have a massive drunken argument. She then burrows her way into my bed and announces she is sleeping there. I (soberly) point out that she won’t sleep there, she’s simply hiding from Clown and it won’t work. She denies the charge, and I naively believe her and turn out the light. Not five minutes later, Clown storms in, and the two of them proceed to continue the argument with me still right there.

Awkward.