Footie Fans I Live With

At the flat the BG & I have taken*, we have a veritable smorgasbord of nationalities and tifosi. To wit:

• Moi Lolita - Americana who roots for the Azzurri, Juve, anti-Milan, anti-Roma. I hate Roma, but I hate Milan more.
• The BG - East European laziale. Growing up in a formerly communist regime tends to make one's politics lean rightwards...
• the Leech - Quebecois laziale who roots for France. As far as I'm concerned, he's only Laziale because he's dating the BG. Can't prove it though.
• The Leech's Best Friend - Again, Quebecois. doesn't much care for footie, but wasn't happy that France lost the WC. HA HA!
• LBF's Girlie - American, also doesn't follow much footie. Will root for USA & the Azzurri though.
• New Aussie Guy - dunno much about his footie preferences as he's usually out shagging some chick from work
• The Sisters - also east European, interisti

Then we have the Peeps Who Can Be Found at Chez Moi Come Gametime:

• The SO - Half Italian, half North African, full on romanista and obviously Azzurri supporter. Hates the French
• Mr. Almost Perfect - Italian, juventino
• Miss Tiny - Italian, romanista
  
• Marco Bevecomeunaspugna - Italian, romanista (actually 90% of SO's friends are romanisti so we'll just skip on to listing the only friend of his that's not...)
• Luca Fumacomeunturco - Italian, juventino

So gametime is always fun, to say the least. Forza Azzurri! *Has it really been over two years? Shit, that means SO & I have been re-seeing each other for 2.5 years (though the first year was admittedly me keeping him at arm'sdick length...

Thursday's Woes

10.00 - I go to my place of work to meet BG and Fucking Possessive Jealous French Canadian Leech from Hell so that we can trek off to IKEA as arranged the previous night. Fucking Possessive Jealous French Canadian Leech from Hell is tagging along because he will be driving the rental truck and we needed some testosterone to lug large objects around. Curly couldn't make it due to Larry being a cuntrag and refusing to switch shifts.

10.30 - They finally show up.

10.35 - mandatory cappuccino infusion.

10.45 - Our Really Cool Boss (Please Ignore His Family) pulls his world famous flapjack routine; one minute he's going to give us the company credit card, the next a second party check, the next a second party company check.

11.00 - We call IKEA's info line to double check on requirements for second party checks. The operator informs us that we need a copy of ORCB(PIHF)'s identification, his tax number, and a signed statement of consent. He hands us a blank check.

11.10 - BG asks me "So how are we getting there?" Apparently the battery in her car is shot to shit. Public transport it is.

11.15 - We purchase metro tickets and hop onto the humid, foetid Linea A, settling in for a long ride to the last stop at Anagnina.

11.16 - I immediately kick myself for not having a camera on me to document the first time (and last, I suspect) I have ever seen BG riding public transportation in Rome.

11.40 - We arrive at Anagnina and bumble about looking for the fecking IKEA shuttle bus. Upon asking a public bus driver where the pick-up point is, he informs us we just missed one, but we could take the 507.

11.45 - We get off the 507 at the rear of IKEA and realise that we have to walk all the way around to the front as they have a fucking fence surrounding everything. The good news is that there's a nice brisk wind blowing. The bad news is that it's blow sand from a construction site into our eyes, despite the sunglasses.

12.00 - We enter IKEA. First stop: another cappuccino. And something to eat.

12.05 - Second stop: bathroom

Mondays Can Bite My (Currently) Lilly White Ass

As if Mondays in general don't suck enough anyway...

The Room

The room I rent is very very close to my place of work, which is handy as I have a tendency to hit the snooze button 50 times a morning. I've been living at this place for over 3 years now. The flat is inhabited by a Romanian couple (also co-workers of mine, thanks to me switching to my current place of employment 2 years ago) and life-long bachelor Mr. Pervy Bear, thusly nicknamed as he resembles a bear and is a bit of a perv.