Dear Amy,
I don’t understand my boyfriend, or men in general. He is always watching football and never listens to me when I’m talking about my day. Does he not care about me?
Sincerely, Annoyed

Dear Annoyed,
Here is my philosophy on men: Men are going to do what they want, when they want, and how they want. That’s just how men were bred, a bit more primitive than women.
Men aren’t stupid; I just think they operate on a very basic level. When a man wants to watch football, he watches football. When he wants to eat, he eats. When he wants to sleep, he sleeps. Women on the other hand, think about nearly everything other than what they really want to do. If a girl wants to eat, she thinks about if she will be hungry later, if she wants to cook or order it, if any one else wants to eat it, if it will make her sick, if it will make her fat, etc, etc.
Anyway, with this idea in mind, next time he watches football don’t think he’s watching it because it has something to do with you, he’s just watching football because he wants to. His one-track mind doesn’t mean he doesn’t care about you; he’s just busy trying to fulfill a basic need.

Dear Amy,
I live with two guys that I’ve been friends with for a long time. I got both of them jobs at my work because they were struggling financially. I see them all the time now, and when I don’t see them at work, they’re at my house getting hammered.
They trash the house, don’t apply themselves at work and annoy me when I want to come home to a peaceful house. What should I do?
Sincerely, Staying Friendly

Dear Staying Friendly,
First of all, living with your friends is going to change your relationship with them, either for the good or the bad. You sacrificed your “peaceful home” as soon as you moved into a place with other people and alcohol. If you ever want a peaceful home, you’ll either have to live by yourself or with something that doesn’t speak; some of us call them dogs.
Despite the cheaper living expenses with roommates, the fact that you felt the responsibility to take care of your friends’ financial situations with an invite to your job was your major downfall. Working and living with the same people rarely works. Nothing spells HELL better than living with messy, drunken co-workers. Separate your work and home.
My advice: wait out your lease and move out.