He's Not All Bad

Even though 9am wears more cologne than Joe Drakkar himself, he's not totally a bad guy. Even though 9am talks so loudly on the phone that when he's at one end of the apartment with the door closed and I'm at the other end with the door closed, I can still hear what he's saying, he's not a totally bad guy.

I don't remember this specifically, but sometime soon after 9am moved in, I must have told him how, when I was little, sudden noises scared me, and if my mother was going to turn on the blender she'd yell, "Green! Noise!" Mental preparation has apparently always been a big thing for me.

9am has this bullet thing that he uses to mix up special power smoothies so his muscles will tear the sleeves on his t-shirts he buys a size too small for just that reason. Every time he's about to turn it on, 9am booms out, "Blender!" Isn't that sweet?

By the way, the first time 9am came up to me talking about the bullet, I thought he was talking about a vibrator. Normally he's so conservative, and I couldn't figure out where this line of conversation was coming from.

By another way, in case you have seen the infomercial for the bullet and are wondering how it works, 9am has reported to me that the blades are getting dull and thus it takes longer and longer to mix up his muscle smoothie.