God help me, I'm going to kill her....
My roommate. Arg. I love her and I hate her. We're friends. We're pretty close. But oooh man...
I was late getting to the mandatory floor meeting tonight cos I had to turn in job applications and get cough syrup. So I came in and sat down at the back. They were talking about moving out of the dorms and the procedures for that, etc. And Ellen didn't see me, so she starts talking. "Well, I'm moving out before my roommate is. And every time that she's left after me for break or whatever she's left garbage and shit everywhere."
Oooooh, HELL no!
When I left for winter break, I cleaned this place the fuck OUT. It was fucking spotless. I spent hours on it. And when I came back I got carpet and everything. And she's been gone for the past few weekends, and every time I clean. This past weekend, I got everything fucking spotless. I straightened, I mopped, I did laundry, I vacuumed. People came in and commented on how great the room looks. She comes back and her shit is fucking EVERYWHERE. It looks like her closet exploded onto the floor. She started semipacking. The first night, I tried to get to my bed in the dark and fell into a crate full of pots and pans. And then she knocked over an open box of cereal onto the floor and has absolutely REFUSED to sweep it up. It's everywhere. People have been coming in and out of the room and crunching it into MY carpet, which was so clean a few days before. I've even started finding it in my bed. Oh god, I'm going to strangle her. I even went and got the vacuum and had it brought up for her. And...nothing.
Death. Death and bloody misery.
So, I think since my apartment is only a few blocks over, I'm going to pull a quick one and move out the day before her. See what she thinks of that. Booyah.
On a lighter note, I got Tymme's initial tattooed on my hip today. And when I turned in my application at the coffee shop I want to work at, they seemed very excited that someone was replying. Which would be so great, because my piercing and tattoos would be no problem there.
My roommate. Arg. I love her and I hate her. We're friends. We're pretty close. But oooh man...
I was late getting to the mandatory floor meeting tonight cos I had to turn in job applications and get cough syrup. So I came in and sat down at the back. They were talking about moving out of the dorms and the procedures for that, etc. And Ellen didn't see me, so she starts talking. "Well, I'm moving out before my roommate is. And every time that she's left after me for break or whatever she's left garbage and shit everywhere."
Oooooh, HELL no!
When I left for winter break, I cleaned this place the fuck OUT. It was fucking spotless. I spent hours on it. And when I came back I got carpet and everything. And she's been gone for the past few weekends, and every time I clean. This past weekend, I got everything fucking spotless. I straightened, I mopped, I did laundry, I vacuumed. People came in and commented on how great the room looks. She comes back and her shit is fucking EVERYWHERE. It looks like her closet exploded onto the floor. She started semipacking. The first night, I tried to get to my bed in the dark and fell into a crate full of pots and pans. And then she knocked over an open box of cereal onto the floor and has absolutely REFUSED to sweep it up. It's everywhere. People have been coming in and out of the room and crunching it into MY carpet, which was so clean a few days before. I've even started finding it in my bed. Oh god, I'm going to strangle her. I even went and got the vacuum and had it brought up for her. And...nothing.
Death. Death and bloody misery.
So, I think since my apartment is only a few blocks over, I'm going to pull a quick one and move out the day before her. See what she thinks of that. Booyah.
On a lighter note, I got Tymme's initial tattooed on my hip today. And when I turned in my application at the coffee shop I want to work at, they seemed very excited that someone was replying. Which would be so great, because my piercing and tattoos would be no problem there.
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so much shit to deal with
i need a roomie though
my last one was my girl and that was just
bad news
BUT YAY FOR TATTOOS!!!