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November 24, 2003

Lean Green Fighting Machine

"Don't make me angry. You wouldn't like me when I'm angry."

My roommate came home early from work today, completely unaware that I was harboring a fiery demon in my chest. For that matter, I thought myself in a rather jovial mood and was equally unaware of the beast sleeping within me.

I had some chocolate cake out on the counter. It was leftover from an amazing dinner from yesterday, and I had taken it out of the fridge to warm up before I devoured it. The roommate asked to eat some. With some resignation I muttered "ok" and fumed quietly as he ate half of it.

Then he asked to put The Sopranos on. I like the Sopranos, but I had just seen that episode, and I didn't really want to watch it. Still, I said nothing. Sitting there, watching James Gandolfini beat a man to death with his bare hands, I couldn't help thinking how nice it might feel to throw something at my disruptive roommate.

So why all the rage? Why does half a piece of chocolate cake and an hour of repeated tv threaten to spoil my otherwise good day? Would yelling like a psychotic bitch at my poor unwitting roommate make anything any better? Probably not. Is it worth it to say 'fuck off, that's my cake' or 'I don't want to watch the Sopranos. I want to watch crap instead, and if you wanna be in here so bad then you'd better just suck it up and watch crap too'? Would that really solve anything? Nah, probably not.

It's better just to deal with it, try and control the rage and wait for it to subside. Better for public relations, that's for sure.
Besides, he didn't really do anything wrong. and that's just less cake going to my ass in the long run.

He's actually doing me a favor.

Posted by kati at November 24, 2003 07:54 PM


well, i definitely believe in hoarding and guarding cake. but if you feel it's out of character for YOU, then maybe you are channeling the pretend spirit of dr. romano?

Posted by: didofoot at November 25, 2003 05:58 PM

Did you end up releasing your fiery demon in some way? Sometimes it's best to let him have his way a little bit, otherwise he can grow and grow...

Posted by: Kristina at November 26, 2003 01:15 PM

I gave him the rest of the cake. He was satisfied.

... for now.

Posted by: kati at November 27, 2003 01:38 AM

Now that I'm back in town, I'm fully prepared to regulate the Sopranos and cake-eating.
I let that shit slide with Band of Brothers, but no more!

Posted by: robyn at November 28, 2003 03:10 PM