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Living with someone is an adjustment. I've learned that you can't always do what you want when you want. I can't just bring home some food for me, I have to call and see what Jameil wants. I can't just watch my Netflix movies, I have to see if she wants to watch it too. I can't just blast my angry expletive filled rap music all willy nilly like I did when I was living single (In a 90s kinda world....LOL). . Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining...there are just some things that I had to adjust to after years of living on my own. One thing about living with Jameil, she's a lil.... well, I probably shouldn't say it, but you guys feel free to say it after you read all about it....

We can be sitting in the same room, like 3.6 feet from each other and she'll ask me to do something. Like, can you plug up my computer? Can you get me my phone charger out the bedroom? Can you get me a glass of water? Where's my lip gloss?  That's the big one. She don't ever know where her lip gloss is. And somehow it becomes my job to find it. That and her hair scrunchy thing. The longer her locs grow, the more often I'm looking for a little black stretchy thing to hold her hair.Oh, and tissues.. How you gotta blow your nose all the time, and don't know where the tissue is? How is that my job to go find it for you? So, yeah.. water, hair thingy, lip gloss, tissues... What else.. The other day, I swear she asked me to get her a fried bologna sammich... I ain't even know Jameil liked bologna... LOL

Yeah, I think it's my fault b/c I set the expectation that I would do these things. I can't very well stop now can I? Although, I can tell Jameil is starting to realize that I don't always want to get all her stuff for her. The other day, she actually said she wasn't gonna ask me to do anything for her for the rest of the hour. Too bad there were only twenty minutes left in that hour, & I was actually on my way out the house at the time. LOL.