Seriously, I really can't express how much I can't stand living with him

I know I endlessly bitch. It's my only outlet short of...I just edited what I first wrote...it was far too violent...but let's say short of killing him. What incited this blog was his mere coming home, and yet, on cue, as I began writing this, he gave me yet another reason. It's endless, I swear to you. He came into the living room from the kitchen to engage me in conversation about...Amy Winehouse? It was hard enough saying "hey" to him as he walked in, naturally, during my dinner. WHENEVER I sit down to dinner, he'll arrive. And the second I picked up my fork, I heard a bus at the corner and said to myself, "I KNOW he's fucking on that bus." Three minutes later, my quiet dinner was ruined...again. But back to Ms. Winehouse, who deserves a blog all her own because I don't know WHY the fuck I even know this stupid, drug-addled cunt's fucking name. Seriously, I've been meaning to write about that, but I digress. Dipshit came in to tell me that he just heard on the radio that Winehouse was arrested again. Um...um...UM...and WHY are you fucking wasting my precious moments of life to tell me this? "Oh, yeah?" I absolutely struggled to feign the slightest interest in the FUCKING NONSENSE TALK this fucking dolt was forcing me into. He then rambled on that the arrest took place in London and how he may have to boycott buying The New York Post tomorrow if her picture's on the cover again...unless it's "an all-text edition." His remarks were peppered with his trademark "sarcastic" snorts and...oh, Christ Almighty, it was 60 seconds of my life ROBBED from me! Can you FUCKING believe he was talking to me about AMY WINEHOUSE'S ARREST?! THE POINTLESSNESS OF IT ALL!! I have NOTHING to say to you, you dumb man! Why, oh WHY, don't you GRASP yet that I have absolutely no fucking interest in conversing with you?! I HATE living with you!! HATE, HATE, HATE, HATE, HATE IT!!!!!! WHY DID I LET HIM MOVE IN?!?!?!?!!? LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!