wow shit hit the fan.....but i feel better
my head hurts from the sudden rush of blood i got in the past thirty minutes.
all my frustration and pent up rage for a few of my roommates that has been building up for the past few monthes was just channeled out in one big tyrade that they deserved.
tonight is the night before the last day of finals. Three of us have finals tomorrow. we were watching a movie. The two who don't got fucking trashed and came home and were loud as can be and even burning hot ash into the carpet upstairs because they were so drunk they couldn't set up the hookah.
so then they went downstairs and as i lay there watching the movie i didn't trust them at all. i heard noises and thumping and finally decided it was time for me to go to bed. I come downstairs and turn to them and say to go upstairs since i was going to bed and had finals and all, and as i'm walking toward my room, there is a MOTHERFUCKING DEAD RACCOON laying on our fucking carpet. I stoped turned around and sorta had to register what I just saw, and suddenly channeled all my rage and frustrations at them at the top of my lungs and yelled for a good 5 minutes. the other two came downstairs and were grossed out too and the two dumbfucks just sat there drunk on the couch stunned by how much it set me off.
But I needed some excuse to tell them how much I fucking hate the way they act in our house, our home. They live like animals and are really disrespectful to Liz and I and they say they're just dumb boys, but i know a lot of boys and no one else is a dense and dumb as they are. and somewhere in all my furry I told them exactly that. and i made them get off their asses and put it back where it came from and clean up all the shit and threw in there that the trash needs to be taken out. :)
i think i sobered them right up with it. I also wasn't just speaking for myself, i said exactly what both Liz and I say about them. They realized how upset I was and i went in my room to breath and cool off and yelled some more and i just hope this gets through to them that I don't motherfucking appreciate the lack of respect for our house and for me (us) from them and it needs to fucking change and i'm not just saying that cuz a dead raccoon (possibly with fleas and rabbies) is laying in the living room. They awkwardly tried to apologize but they'll have to prove themselves to me. I also told them that I don't want our fucking house burnt down or infested with fleas while both liz and I are gone for break.
i now must go to bed! I have a media law final to take tomorrow at 10:30 am sharp!
all my frustration and pent up rage for a few of my roommates that has been building up for the past few monthes was just channeled out in one big tyrade that they deserved.
tonight is the night before the last day of finals. Three of us have finals tomorrow. we were watching a movie. The two who don't got fucking trashed and came home and were loud as can be and even burning hot ash into the carpet upstairs because they were so drunk they couldn't set up the hookah.
so then they went downstairs and as i lay there watching the movie i didn't trust them at all. i heard noises and thumping and finally decided it was time for me to go to bed. I come downstairs and turn to them and say to go upstairs since i was going to bed and had finals and all, and as i'm walking toward my room, there is a MOTHERFUCKING DEAD RACCOON laying on our fucking carpet. I stoped turned around and sorta had to register what I just saw, and suddenly channeled all my rage and frustrations at them at the top of my lungs and yelled for a good 5 minutes. the other two came downstairs and were grossed out too and the two dumbfucks just sat there drunk on the couch stunned by how much it set me off.
But I needed some excuse to tell them how much I fucking hate the way they act in our house, our home. They live like animals and are really disrespectful to Liz and I and they say they're just dumb boys, but i know a lot of boys and no one else is a dense and dumb as they are. and somewhere in all my furry I told them exactly that. and i made them get off their asses and put it back where it came from and clean up all the shit and threw in there that the trash needs to be taken out. :)
i think i sobered them right up with it. I also wasn't just speaking for myself, i said exactly what both Liz and I say about them. They realized how upset I was and i went in my room to breath and cool off and yelled some more and i just hope this gets through to them that I don't motherfucking appreciate the lack of respect for our house and for me (us) from them and it needs to fucking change and i'm not just saying that cuz a dead raccoon (possibly with fleas and rabbies) is laying in the living room. They awkwardly tried to apologize but they'll have to prove themselves to me. I also told them that I don't want our fucking house burnt down or infested with fleas while both liz and I are gone for break.
i now must go to bed! I have a media law final to take tomorrow at 10:30 am sharp!