PISSED THE FUCK OFF.
PICTURE IT....
you're living with
four people in a 1 bedroom apartment.
you moved there to find quite and solace from work. You have ALL OF YOUR IMPORTANT POSESSIONS delicately placed. Then, someone comes in and practically destroys everything you have. Yeah. I'm living the life.
I was attempting to replace a fallen picture last night, when i discovered that someone had been buring incense on my bookcase. They had placed it IN MY LAMP BURGEOIS. Now, i have to replace the stone. Which, costs, like 2x the lamp burgeois itself. Which, originally, cost me $75. AND my loreena mckennit ticket is gone- frame and all. Not to mention, my remote controll gets lost every time i get new DVD player. Sure, there are buttons on the player itself, but NOT if you want to watch subtitled ANIME. (or any other foreign film with subs, for that matter.)
I feel a bit crowded out. Of course, two of the people I live with are ALWAYS WELCOME. But one insists on getting in my face constantly saying i'm ungrateful! HELLO! Who let you stay when you had NO WHERE to go?!?! This person is ALWAYS in a bad mood, then wonders why I'M in a bad mood. HM. well, maybe it's because someone is always a TV nazi. I've had an itch to watch Fushigi Yuugi for the longest time, but GOD FORBID that happen. They'd probably just complain. It's still my house, so if i don't want rap music and pot smoking going on, i have a right to say so. It makes me feel like i should never offer help to anyone again. I wish sometimes i didn't have a concience. or empathy.
When i first moved in, i was looking forward to being able to watch TV in the middle of the night when i couldn't sleep, staying up on the computer as long as i felt like without being judged, playing billie holiday while cleaning, and having my friends stay the night over while we talked and laughed. I can't do any of that now, with a house full of people.
I'm not saying anyone should leave, but god, let me LIVE in my OWN HOUSE. It seems that anyone but me can have their friends over. And, honestly, it's kind of a shock to walk in and see a shitload of people i don't know roaming around my house. Don't act like you're doing me a favor by living here. You pay your part of the bills. Not my part. I pay the rent. ALL OF THE RENT. I hardly ever eat here, especially since working at mcdonald's. I feel like i need to escape all of the time. This would all be better if we had a 2 bedroom apartment. That way, i could watch TV at night when everyone was in their own room. I feel like my household has been taken away. Oh, and NEVER, EVER, EVER again attack my religious beliefs in MY OWN HOUSE, EVER. I don't care if it's a JOKE, it PISSES-ME-THE-FUCK-OFF. Now if anyone gets angry at this blog, so be it. But i have a RIGHT to state how I feel.
And BB, you KNOW im not aiming this at you or Adrian. I love you both.
*end of rant*