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If you don't know me, or I don't like you, my name is not "Majak." My name is Andrew. You have to earn the right to call me a nickname. And my roommates girlfriend has certainly earned none of the such.
Everyday I grow a little closer to snapping. She's pissing me off a little bit more each day. And I'm aware I'm being unreasonable, but every little thing about this girl annoys me. Some people just don't mesh well with your personality, and this girl is one of them. And her friends are even worse, and I'm stuck eating dinner with them everyday I can't come up with a good reason not to. This would be a lot easier if I didn't like my roommate, cause then I'd just tell them both to get the fuck out, but since I like my roommate everytime he's not around her or her friends, the solution isn't so simple.
It's not just me though, every one of my other Cornell friends agrees, this girl is no good. And we all agree my roommate has been a lot lamer since he started seeing her. We've renamed him Huggybear, and she's Kissypoo. Mostly cause I can hear their cutesy shit even with my headphones on max. And heaven forbid I should glance anywhere but my laptop screen, because my eyes befall the most vomit inducing care bear shit imaginable. He also wears her fleece, yeah, HER fleece, which I use every attempt to make fun of him available.
And one time I found my shower sandles down in her room (I got stuck going there for some reason) and I flipped out.
This semester needs to end so I get a single again. And if there is so much as a thought of allowing that cutesy shit within a 3 yard radius of my room, all hell's gonna break loose.
There. I've vented. Now I can a few more hours without killing someone.
Everyday I grow a little closer to snapping. She's pissing me off a little bit more each day. And I'm aware I'm being unreasonable, but every little thing about this girl annoys me. Some people just don't mesh well with your personality, and this girl is one of them. And her friends are even worse, and I'm stuck eating dinner with them everyday I can't come up with a good reason not to. This would be a lot easier if I didn't like my roommate, cause then I'd just tell them both to get the fuck out, but since I like my roommate everytime he's not around her or her friends, the solution isn't so simple.
It's not just me though, every one of my other Cornell friends agrees, this girl is no good. And we all agree my roommate has been a lot lamer since he started seeing her. We've renamed him Huggybear, and she's Kissypoo. Mostly cause I can hear their cutesy shit even with my headphones on max. And heaven forbid I should glance anywhere but my laptop screen, because my eyes befall the most vomit inducing care bear shit imaginable. He also wears her fleece, yeah, HER fleece, which I use every attempt to make fun of him available.
And one time I found my shower sandles down in her room (I got stuck going there for some reason) and I flipped out.
This semester needs to end so I get a single again. And if there is so much as a thought of allowing that cutesy shit within a 3 yard radius of my room, all hell's gonna break loose.
There. I've vented. Now I can a few more hours without killing someone.