Honestly, just saying "HI" is suuuuuuuch a chore

To Dipshit, that is. That's all I just said, once he regrettably again walked through the door, and it PAINED me more than I express. One word, two letters, one syllable. And it PAINED me. It also meant diverting my attention to look at him for a split second...and those seconds add up, dammit. Please, Lord, take him away...to another place...I mean, another EARTHLY place. I'm NOT suggesting killing him; I merely want him OUT of my fucking life. As I sit here staring at the open living room closet door for the 18,392nd time...a door he's incapable of closing, despite the hundreds of times I've closed it, trying to teach by example...you know, that doors and cabinets and drawers exist to be CLOSED. I should be "funny" and remove anything on a hinge in the apartment one day soon while he's out. Maybe then he'd grasp yet another of my endlessly valid points. Summing up, I hate him. Oh, but you knew that...