Two words for me. Read. Receipts. I have found that someone will inevitably text me and say, “why didn’t you respond?” Fucker. You texted me. Want me to actually engage with you? Call me. Otherwise you’re now at my mercy.

I prefer calling because it’s easy to silence and just let it go to VM if I am busy. Call back immediately and that’s usually a sign of being needed.

I fucking hated having roommates. Our house had two kitchens and you’d think that would solve a lot of the issues… Nope. Cat litter box. Garage. Shared backyard. Everything that could be mistreated, or used improperly, was.