My lonely roommate, who just came back home a moment ago:

-- I was speaking with the landlord yesterday. You're moving out?
-- Yup.
-- Still in Ottawa?
-- Um, somewhere.
-- Not sure yet?
-- Nope.

I just figured that my life is not, and never had been, her business. I don't know much about her, and I know virtually nothing about the third guy. The roommate has always been talking in other's backs about their private lives, and I'm putting this to a stop. I remember when I went to pick up a computer with her. The seller was trying to small talk with me and she kept answering for me:

-- So, Remi, you're learning Japanese?
-- Yes...
-- Yes, he's learning Japanese, every Saturday morning!
-- And what is you're last name again?
-- It's...

And there she cut me again to tell him my family name and spell it too. I'm old enough to answer myself, roommate, so shut the fuck up.

Finally, after August, I won't have to deal with roommates anymore.