OK, as you all know, its now 3 full weeks since I stopped the "evil weed", lol, and perhaps predictably I've since stopped seeing my stoner mate quite a lot, in fact I've probably only really seen him a couple of times in the last 3 weeks. I've stopped going to his house and generally now only see him if I'm out and about when he is. Anyway, I was talkin to him on MSN yesterday when I told him I had the house to myself. Long story short, got a phonecall tonight, it was him, asking if he could come up. Fair enough thought I... So up he comes, and its tonight I realise that he does in fact actually irritate the crap outta me! :rolleyes: He never seems to shut up, and what he says is invariably a load of bollox, he just seems to like the sound of his own voice. He just talks constantly about his crappy job, or tells me of the latest road rage incident he's had (he claims to have one every day). He is such a clumsy bugger as well. He brings a bottle of red wine, and pours himself a glass. Then he spills it on the floor, and then proceeds to blame the glass, saying its "too small". FFS! Then he takes his shoes off, and the smell of his stinking feet fill the air. He then gets the hickups and starts making hickup, burping, slurping and licking sounds... in fact he just seems incapable of sitting quietly for more than about 10 bloody seconds! Finally about 45 minutes ago he fell asleep, so he's now sitting downstairs, asleep, snoring loudly and talking to himself in his sleep. Bloody hell, this may sound a bit nasty of me to make a post like this, but he really has ****ed me off tonight, by just being himself. A sure sign that I must be thinking differently, because somehow, I managed to put up with this for years, admittedly being under the influence. So as much of a bastard as this must make me sound, I dont really forsee me wishing to put up with him on a regular basis any longer. I almost wished he hadnt bothered coming over now :rolleyes: