WELL.
Moby Dick moved out tonight. Can't say I'm upset about it. APPARENTLY, she didn't feel comfortable in the room anymore. Possibly due to me and Anna finally flipping the fuck out. Finally had it. Not playing games anymore. No more bullshit.
As you know, she's kicked Anna and I out of the room all fucking year. We only go into the room to change, and Anna will sleep in there, but that's it. WELL. Sunday, when Chris and Bill were over, Bill and I went into the bedroom. Fatty McFatFat was in the kitchen, studying with some other fatty, so we thought we'd be ok. WELL. Things be heating up, pants are not being there, and Bill's all like "I'm worried someone is going to come in". I say "I don't think anyone will come in." AS SOON AS I finished that sentence, Fatty walks in, sits down at her desk, and starts talking on AIM. With the bedroom door open. It's QUITE obvious that there's a business meeting going on, so I'm like wtf. To give her some hints, I start taking off all of my clothes and throwing them in her line of sight. She just continued sitting there, being a fat piece of fat. Anna told me later that her and Chris were talking in the living room very loudly that Bill and I were probably "busy" as Fatty was packing up her shit to stop being in the kitchen.
Now, if it was ANYBODY else, Anna, Chris, Lisa, Lisa's boyfriend, I wouldn't have cared. BUT, since we have given her the bedroom all to herself THE WHOLE FUCKING YEAR, I was pissed. I don't even sleep in that room because you want to be alone with your nasty ass boyfriend, whom you're not even usually messing around with, just eating, doing homework, eating, watching TV, eating, sleeping and eating with. The ONE TIME in 8 MONTHS I want the room to myself for a LITTLE WHILE, not even the whole night, just 30-45 minutes, and you can't grant me that liberty? Dispite the fact that I've given it to you all year? I don't think so. And I wasn't even mad that I couldn't get back to business, I didn't care about that at all. It was the sheer principle of the thing. Anna walked in a few minutes later, and I started SCREAMING about fatty being there. And she STILL didn't leave. Didn't even leave or close the door so I could put my clothes back on. She finally left after I did. Since Anna was pissed about that too (again, the principle of the thing), Anna and Chris went in there, and Chris said something about finding the nigger that toook his hat anmd putting an axe through his head. After THAT, she stormed out all pissy.
The next day, she tried to tell Lisa (our other room mate and the RA) "Oh, I got the hint she was trying to give... I would have left if she had just asked." I shouldn't have HAD to ask. It was CLEAR what was going on, and that I naturally wouldn't want her in there (major turn off, ya know.) so I don't know who the hell she's trying to kid. All year, she'd throw me AND Anna dirty looks whenever we walked into the room to just grab some clothes, so me being naked should be enough of a message to get the fuck out. And I also wouldn't have been mad if she came in, grabbed something, and left. But no. Sits down to talk on AIM; like she was trying to send ME a message to stop and get out.
Now her Facebook is saying how she "finally had the courage to move out," which pisses off me and Anna more, seeing as we weren't even close to being bad room mates. Yeah, the most couragous thing she's done is not check the expiration date on her food. We let her have the bedroom all to herself, and any other room she wanted to be in. Her and her boyfriend ate all our food, we cleaned up after her fat ass all the time, we supplied that huge ass with toilet paper all year, yet we're bad room mates. Right. 'Cause we live there. Which is actually what she told Lisa. She didn't like the fact that we lived there.
Now tell me, do you agree that I had every right to be really pissed off?
We complained to ORL about her disgustingness this afternoon, and by tonight, she was moving out. Lisa was a bit taken back by it, but she said she's fine, especially because the stuff that was pissing us off about Moby was pissing her off too. When Moby took the last of her shit out, Lisa did a little "YES!" thing. I don't think we were supposed to see that, but it happens.
Now. What does this mean you ask?
No more stinkyness of rotting food and unshowered people. (Showering more than once a week should be a given at 20 years old. Especially if you're a guy or that fat.)
No more messiness EVERYWHERE.
No more living in absolute filth. (Seriously, used pads on the floor? Mold all over her everything? GROSS.)
No more food taking up the entire apartment. The fridge is now cleaned out. Apparently, all me, Anna and Lisa have combined is some eggs, bread, condiments, and pickles. That's it.
We have more room for stuff. The wall space! Her closet for sign storage! The extra drawers!
I get to actually sleep in my bed now without Fatty McFatFat staring me down to get out.
We can actually get changed in our room without Ahab being there... doing that... existing thing.
We can now have boyfriends come over, and are free to "tap that" without being so rudely interrupted.
No more whale mating season. (NOT a pleasant sight.)
Not gonna lie... we're not losing sleep over it.
As you know, she's kicked Anna and I out of the room all fucking year. We only go into the room to change, and Anna will sleep in there, but that's it. WELL. Sunday, when Chris and Bill were over, Bill and I went into the bedroom. Fatty McFatFat was in the kitchen, studying with some other fatty, so we thought we'd be ok. WELL. Things be heating up, pants are not being there, and Bill's all like "I'm worried someone is going to come in". I say "I don't think anyone will come in." AS SOON AS I finished that sentence, Fatty walks in, sits down at her desk, and starts talking on AIM. With the bedroom door open. It's QUITE obvious that there's a business meeting going on, so I'm like wtf. To give her some hints, I start taking off all of my clothes and throwing them in her line of sight. She just continued sitting there, being a fat piece of fat. Anna told me later that her and Chris were talking in the living room very loudly that Bill and I were probably "busy" as Fatty was packing up her shit to stop being in the kitchen.
Now, if it was ANYBODY else, Anna, Chris, Lisa, Lisa's boyfriend, I wouldn't have cared. BUT, since we have given her the bedroom all to herself THE WHOLE FUCKING YEAR, I was pissed. I don't even sleep in that room because you want to be alone with your nasty ass boyfriend, whom you're not even usually messing around with, just eating, doing homework, eating, watching TV, eating, sleeping and eating with. The ONE TIME in 8 MONTHS I want the room to myself for a LITTLE WHILE, not even the whole night, just 30-45 minutes, and you can't grant me that liberty? Dispite the fact that I've given it to you all year? I don't think so. And I wasn't even mad that I couldn't get back to business, I didn't care about that at all. It was the sheer principle of the thing. Anna walked in a few minutes later, and I started SCREAMING about fatty being there. And she STILL didn't leave. Didn't even leave or close the door so I could put my clothes back on. She finally left after I did. Since Anna was pissed about that too (again, the principle of the thing), Anna and Chris went in there, and Chris said something about finding the nigger that toook his hat anmd putting an axe through his head. After THAT, she stormed out all pissy.
The next day, she tried to tell Lisa (our other room mate and the RA) "Oh, I got the hint she was trying to give... I would have left if she had just asked." I shouldn't have HAD to ask. It was CLEAR what was going on, and that I naturally wouldn't want her in there (major turn off, ya know.) so I don't know who the hell she's trying to kid. All year, she'd throw me AND Anna dirty looks whenever we walked into the room to just grab some clothes, so me being naked should be enough of a message to get the fuck out. And I also wouldn't have been mad if she came in, grabbed something, and left. But no. Sits down to talk on AIM; like she was trying to send ME a message to stop and get out.
Now her Facebook is saying how she "finally had the courage to move out," which pisses off me and Anna more, seeing as we weren't even close to being bad room mates. Yeah, the most couragous thing she's done is not check the expiration date on her food. We let her have the bedroom all to herself, and any other room she wanted to be in. Her and her boyfriend ate all our food, we cleaned up after her fat ass all the time, we supplied that huge ass with toilet paper all year, yet we're bad room mates. Right. 'Cause we live there. Which is actually what she told Lisa. She didn't like the fact that we lived there.
Now tell me, do you agree that I had every right to be really pissed off?
We complained to ORL about her disgustingness this afternoon, and by tonight, she was moving out. Lisa was a bit taken back by it, but she said she's fine, especially because the stuff that was pissing us off about Moby was pissing her off too. When Moby took the last of her shit out, Lisa did a little "YES!" thing. I don't think we were supposed to see that, but it happens.
Now. What does this mean you ask?
No more stinkyness of rotting food and unshowered people. (Showering more than once a week should be a given at 20 years old. Especially if you're a guy or that fat.)
No more messiness EVERYWHERE.
No more living in absolute filth. (Seriously, used pads on the floor? Mold all over her everything? GROSS.)
No more food taking up the entire apartment. The fridge is now cleaned out. Apparently, all me, Anna and Lisa have combined is some eggs, bread, condiments, and pickles. That's it.
We have more room for stuff. The wall space! Her closet for sign storage! The extra drawers!
I get to actually sleep in my bed now without Fatty McFatFat staring me down to get out.
We can actually get changed in our room without Ahab being there... doing that... existing thing.
We can now have boyfriends come over, and are free to "tap that" without being so rudely interrupted.
No more whale mating season. (NOT a pleasant sight.)
Not gonna lie... we're not losing sleep over it.