FUCK MY LIFE
So I'm out delivering pizzas on campus when a concrete post decides to hide in my blind spot as I'm backing out of the extension. It pretty much rips my bumper in half (which has only been on my car for 2 months) and destroys my tailgate, tire cover and my spare tire. Fuck my life.
Then I come from from a not so stellar day at work to find that someone fucked with my xbox and has graced me with a red ring if death. They call it the red ring of death because it is pretty much just that. "Fuck your life. Buy a new 360."
Im so fucking pissed off I can even begin explain it. It's bad enough that my shit disappears when my roommate has people over. My alcohol isn't safe, whether or not if it's downstairs in my living room or upstairs in my bed room. My shit gets taken. Nothing ever gets cleaned up. The bar in the basement is still FUBAR from a party back in October. They tried to fuck with my computer but it's password protected. What ever happened to respecting people's shit when your a guest in their house? Fuck, even my roommate fucked with some of my shit in my room. Is nothing sacred? Am I going to have to lock everything in my room while I'm not home? This is ridiculous.
Fucking ridiculous. FML....
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