I love when my roommate comes home after a “hard” day at work (see 2 more signs of the apocalypse) and starts yelling and screaming about something that’s bothering him at that particular moment.

Take tonight, for example: “Jesse, what the hell are you returning to sender? and why the hell are the cars not in the driveway? I don’t understand how hard is it to put the cars in the driveway.” Mind you, this is from the same guy who had no job for 10 months yet still couldn’t be bothered to pull his car all the way in the driveway during that time!

Just thought I’d rant for a moment.