ROOMATE ARGUMENT
For the last 2 days I have been the only one at my apt. Last night this whiteboard(which belongs to the roomate I hate), that has been on my fridge since this Heifer of a roomate moved in over the summer, fell off the fridge. The stickies didn't hold on. I don't bother to touch it because...fuck, it belongs to the heifer roomate I hate.
Tonight she arrived back to the apt. I walk into the living room minutes later to find that an 80's postcard of mine was missing from the table i had left it on in the living room. I take a look in the trash can and sure enough it is bent in there! I'm furious and don't think twice about calling her on it.
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Knock. Knock. Knock.
her: "yes"
me: "why did you throw away a postcard that was sitting out in the living room?"
her: "i thought it was trash. why was my board on the ground?"
me: "your board was on the ground this morning before I went to work and it's been there since I've been back. why again would you touch and throw away something that isn't yours?"
her: "I told you I thought it was trash"
me: "There has been homework that's sat out there before so don't assume that everything is trash. You shouldn't have touched anything that didn't belong to you in the first place"
her: "you shouldn't either."
(her boyfriend on hold on her cell phone, she says to him, "oh this is fun" I sarcastically laugh in a childish manner)
me: "don't try to accuse me of touching your board, that thing was there this morning and I just got back from work and didn't bother touching it"
her: "ok"
me: "well now it's crumbled up and I can't use that postcard"
her: "i said I was sorry"
(I storm away while she mutters "geeeez" and I mock her with something childish along the lines of "nnnnnneeeeesh" she repeats what I mimic and I mutter "bitch")
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If I wasn't on Probation I'd be too close to scratching her across the face.
I've never told anyone off in my life, besides my fam and bf. I know the convo I wrote out doesn't sound aggressive, but believe me I had a bitch attitude the whole time. It felt damn good..
And you bet your ass I'M A BITCH AND PROUD OF IT
Tonight she arrived back to the apt. I walk into the living room minutes later to find that an 80's postcard of mine was missing from the table i had left it on in the living room. I take a look in the trash can and sure enough it is bent in there! I'm furious and don't think twice about calling her on it.
<<<<<
Knock. Knock. Knock.
her: "yes"
me: "why did you throw away a postcard that was sitting out in the living room?"
her: "i thought it was trash. why was my board on the ground?"
me: "your board was on the ground this morning before I went to work and it's been there since I've been back. why again would you touch and throw away something that isn't yours?"
her: "I told you I thought it was trash"
me: "There has been homework that's sat out there before so don't assume that everything is trash. You shouldn't have touched anything that didn't belong to you in the first place"
her: "you shouldn't either."
(her boyfriend on hold on her cell phone, she says to him, "oh this is fun" I sarcastically laugh in a childish manner)
me: "don't try to accuse me of touching your board, that thing was there this morning and I just got back from work and didn't bother touching it"
her: "ok"
me: "well now it's crumbled up and I can't use that postcard"
her: "i said I was sorry"
(I storm away while she mutters "geeeez" and I mock her with something childish along the lines of "nnnnnneeeeesh" she repeats what I mimic and I mutter "bitch")
>>>>>>>>
If I wasn't on Probation I'd be too close to scratching her across the face.
I've never told anyone off in my life, besides my fam and bf. I know the convo I wrote out doesn't sound aggressive, but believe me I had a bitch attitude the whole time. It felt damn good..
And you bet your ass I'M A BITCH AND PROUD OF IT