davey

Yesterday, I ran into an old friend. We both happened to be at the porn store. Awesome. We blushed and giggled, then blushed some more, and discussed our prospective purchases.

Today, with no intention of eavesdropping, I heard my roommate on the phone telling her mom how much she hates it here, and how much she doesn't like me, and what a terrible roommate I am. She kept reassuring her mom that I wouldn't understand because I don't speak Spanish. That's nice.

I don't think I'm a terrible roommate, and here are a few reasons why I'm awesome and she can go to Wyoming:
- I clean often, and I'm fairly organized.
- Sometime I wash her dishes.
- I recycle. Here's something that makes me angry!! I keep my plastic bottles in a plastic bag until the time I can take them to be recycled, and she throws her plastic bottles in the trash!! Bitch!! So I pick them out of the trash and place them in my to-be-recycled bag. I hate that. It's not like it's difficult to put plastic bottles in a bag. AND!!! AND!!! She throws newspapers and magazines in the trash instead of in my pile of newspapers and magazines!!! I know this doesn't seem like a big deal, but I've taken all the difficulty out of recycling, as I've organized the recyclables and I'm the one who takes them out, so... she just sucks.
- I'm not the one who spends several hours at a time in the bathroom. Seriously. This shit is crazy.
- I offer baked goods and other awesome food, which she always declines.
- I've invited her out several times, but she declined, so I gave up. Therefore, she ought not to complain to her mom that she doesn't go out. It's not my responsibility to make her friends for her.
- She doesn't warn me when she's about to have pasta alfredo or tuna. That shit is nasty, and EVERY FUCKING TIME she has either, I have run out of the room to avoid puking, and I have to stay gone for a good long while.

Ugh. Sorry about this silly, nit-picking rant.