In retrospect, I should have locked the door...

This morning I was in the bathroom.
My boyfriend comes running in, no knock (yeah, he usually knocks or SOMETHING).
Then he just starts telling me stuff.
And I'm instantly all like, "DUDE! I'M POOING!"
He just looks at me sitting there AND KEEPS TELLING ME SHIZ!
So, I'm all like, 'okay. i guess we just poo in front of each other now? um...?'
Yeah, I'm not all that comfortable with it either.
Eventually I had to interrupt him and was just like, "Okay, can we talk about this in a few minutes? I'm totally sitting here and WAS pooing when you came in and this is weird..."
I'll admit, I was either too sober, or not drunk enough to handle this whole 'let's talk while you poo' morning.
He, on the other hand, seemed completely unfazed...