*two more months, two more months...*
OMG. i hate my roomate. he's such a cocksucker. he fucking had all his laundry in the washer and dryer today and i needed to do laundry. i took his shit out and put it on his bed in a laundry basket. he fucking gets home and yells at me. why the hell couldn't i put his shit back in the dryer. it freaking took me 10 min to get it all out while on crutches, like i'm really gonna take the time to do something extra nice for him? HELL NO!
then he gets on me about how i'm not nice and thoughtful of his feelings. yeah, cuz hes thoughtful of mine. he bitched at me how he did the dishes and how i said i was going to do them. how i made the house a mess since being on crutches (hello..dust falls on surfaces whether i'm on crutches or not asshole) how's he's a saint for getting my mail and cleaning the house and shit. well, jackass i'd do it myself if i could. but i can't and the only thing i asked him to do for me was get my package. looks like i wont be asking anything of him anymore. and when i leave dished in the sink, i rinse them out so we dont get ants. when he leaves dishes in the sink, our sink and counter is covered with ants. yeah, and thats my fault how?!
gosh, i just hate him so much. he;s such a fucking cock sucker. OH and then he goes off on how i have only three friends b/c i'm a bitch. (he does that when he has nothing else to say b/c he wants to make himself feel more secure with the friends be pays for in his frat)
july 15th, i'll be moving out and hopefully i'll never have to deal with a shitty roomate again. ever. especially him.
oh, and less than 24 hours till i get my cast off. so, thats good. oh, and star wars tonight with brian. so thats good too.
then he gets on me about how i'm not nice and thoughtful of his feelings. yeah, cuz hes thoughtful of mine. he bitched at me how he did the dishes and how i said i was going to do them. how i made the house a mess since being on crutches (hello..dust falls on surfaces whether i'm on crutches or not asshole) how's he's a saint for getting my mail and cleaning the house and shit. well, jackass i'd do it myself if i could. but i can't and the only thing i asked him to do for me was get my package. looks like i wont be asking anything of him anymore. and when i leave dished in the sink, i rinse them out so we dont get ants. when he leaves dishes in the sink, our sink and counter is covered with ants. yeah, and thats my fault how?!
gosh, i just hate him so much. he;s such a fucking cock sucker. OH and then he goes off on how i have only three friends b/c i'm a bitch. (he does that when he has nothing else to say b/c he wants to make himself feel more secure with the friends be pays for in his frat)
july 15th, i'll be moving out and hopefully i'll never have to deal with a shitty roomate again. ever. especially him.
oh, and less than 24 hours till i get my cast off. so, thats good. oh, and star wars tonight with brian. so thats good too.