damnit.

Does it say all kinds of terrible things about me that it bothers me a little that Frank hooks my roommate up with weed and that he has made it very clear that even though he dated me, he prefers her as a person? I mean honestly I just don't need this brought home to me all the time. I am not a less fun person because I'm not a stoner.

And that I am pretty sure she, knowing I wouldn't like it, wouldn't have even said anything about it to me, having only found out because I came home early and found him in my house. 

I don't want him in my house unless I'm fucking him.