Well, I guess I'm close to reaching bottom. Seriously.
Junior and I keep looking at each other and saying 'what now?'
Patricia sits there and eats every five minutes. She's huge. She watches TV (they were able to connect the cable from Junior's room) while we're trying to talk in the kitchen. Then she turns the volume up. There is a different soap opera every hour in a different channel, she knows them all. Then she switches off the TV and goes to her room and lies there, sometimes reading a book, sometimes just for the sake of it. Then when we're hungry, after not eating anything at all the whole day, she smells the food, goes to the kitchen and say that she wants to cook afterwards, so we better hurry up. When she sees that somebody have woken up, she leaves her room and goes take a shower first, not letting anybody else use it. Dead weight, man... dead weight...
Now Junior sees what's going on there. He asked me today 'Does she do that all the time? Every day?'
'Yep'
'Jesus Chirst'
'Yep'
I'm wearing white nail polish now, you guys know I love it. If you don't, just don't look at it or fucking keep it to yourself. Yeasterday she said I seem to have used 'Errorex'. I didn't say a word. We were at Kolory and I was drinking my beer and trying to enjoy it. Later on, when we had to switch tables because they were gonna close the area, we went to sit at the bar. Junior and I love the counter. She was hating it. Then, she made her shitty comment again. I just had a sip of my beer, looked at her and said
'Hey, Patricia, I've been using this nail polish since I was 17. My mom's always hated it and she used to make the very same remark. So, if you don't like it, you either don't look at it or keep your mouth shut'
'Ai, I'm sorry, but you don't need to be rude'
I didn't say anything, and Junior said 'Well, I like it. So, let's have a ciggy?'

Then, Junior and I started to talk about movies, gross ones, describing scenes with shit, barf, farts and things related. We were loving it. She just kept saying
'Stop talking about this!!!'
The more she said it, the more we were doing it.
She doesn't swear, doesn't have fun, the only thing she does best is to eat all the time and talk about your flaws.
And I've been living with this moron for two months now.
I'm bitter, man... bitter...
And I'm sure I'm gonna go home and she'll be there, going out of her way to BE in our way and making stupid remarks.
She's been quiet today, maybe she kinda sensed that Junior and I have had it with her.

I'm just counting the days for her to get on that train to Czszwykscieswie or whatever the name of the city is and give us some peace for a few days.
Being on my limit... that's happening, alright.