Ketchup Does Not Go With Everything

I am really getting fucking tired of waking up every damn morning to Ketchup playing my XBox. Every morning. Just two days ago he spent seven freaking hours playing. Avoiding the queen bitch, the only way to get him to stop is to either let him get bored (yeah right) or make the hubby take over and turn on his controller as soon as Ketchup pauses for half a second, something that doesn't work if the hubby is asleep.

The XBox 360 has been great for those days that I wake up so damn early that I can't wake the hubby up yet because he hasn't had his required eight hours and can't have the living room yet because of Ketchup. So to have that taken away, especially on days like today when I wake up at seven in the morning instead of eleven, I get pretty damn annoyed.

Ketchup is sitting here clueless. After twenty minutes (I'm not exaggerating) of shifting back and forth between menu pages, he is finally racing in the damn game. With his iPod on (surprisingly not blaring, I'm used to being able to hear it over the headphones in the next room) and a controller in his hand, he is oblivious to everything. Fucker. Peacefully unaware that he pisses me off on a daily basis, I'm not even sure he would care that much if he knew. He was married you know.

When he's not hogging the XBox and I finally get my own decent turn, playing on the little television in our bedroom because Ketchup is SUPPOSED to be sleeping in the living room, I often realize that no, he isn't asleep. In reality he has changed the television setting and is watching me play. What the hell? Dude. I don't mind being watched when I know I am being watched but this? Come on.

The hubby understands all this, just with no where near the same irritation level. Which leaves me flapping in the wind over seemingly pointless things while they buddy-buddy along, just shy of skipping and holding hands. (Yeah, okay, this is exaggerating.)

I can't sleep, I'm ticked off and really, that's just the way it is and the way it's going to be.

In a week and a half Ketchup will have been in residence on our couch for four months. Today is payday. I want more then our usual hundred from him. A hundred is not what we asked him for, it's what he's offered, with no awareness to the rather frequent conversation starter between the hubby and I of money troubles and the increase of all our bills. We have told him that we had hoped to start putting money in the bank with his added funds, but have been unable to do so whatsoever due to everything costing more, plus a third person to buy groceries for. Buying weed and having more then a reasonable bit of money to blow at the bar seem more important to him. With this reasoning, are we ever going to get rid of him? Ever?

An hour of him playing this stupid racing game and I've only seen him actually race twice, the rest of the time has been in menus. Seriously, does he think anyone else wants to watch this bullshit? He's never asked, even once, if he could play and hog the television and XBox, even when I am sitting right here and he decides to flip it on. Some courtesy would be nice. Anything? Even a sliver?

I'm sure I'm over reacting, I always do, but does that mean I'm not even a little justified here? Come on! Luckily the hubby will be up in ten minutes and hopefully he will put a break on things. Maybe I will actually get to watch television on my new big screen, the shock! Damn it all.

I'm tired of complaining.