The more time I spend with the new guy the more I don’t hate him. And truthfully, I should hate him. He laughs at me when I get angry. Which, of course, only makes me angrier. He then laughs harder. It’s a never-ending cycle of abuse.
And if that weren’t enough reason to hate him, he didn’t know who Anderson Cooper was. Tragic! He also has the worst taste in music. He’s never even heard of Wilco or Ben Folds. CAN YOU IMAGINE?
It gets worse. Way worse.
He forced me to sit though the worst sitcom in the entire world last night. Outside of a replacement for waterboarding no one should ever be subjected to The Big Bang Theory.
And you know what?
This makes me adore him more. FUCK.