Whatev...

[luvdasandy]

So, my birthday was WONDERFUL until I just get back to the room. All of a sudden I can't talk because my roommate's drunken fucking boyfriend is passed out on her bed, and i can't go near my dresser because she's working on her sewing project that is apparently unable to be moved right in fucking front of it. I stepped on a corner of this material because i needed to get something fast and she flipped out on me. I asked her "did I hurt the material in any way?" she said no and then I told her to shut up and deal. Two seconds of my clean feet being on your damn fabric I'm pretty sure you can handle you fucking psycho. And she wonders why I wanted a single next year. I tried to do that whole "getting a single" thing, but no, she guilt tripped me, I felt bad, and said I would live with her again next year. Every day after I even came close to mentioning wanting to live alone she would be all "I just don't want to be alone. I have no one to live with. No one wants to live with me." Well, no one wants to live with you because you're an annoying whiner that should just get a single anyway. It's not like she'd be alone, her boyfriend is constantly here. I told her I would give it about another week from last time I brought up this getting a single topic, and it's been about a week...I think it's time I brought it up again. Even though this means possibly living in Medaille. Fuck it. I don't care.
30 minutes of birthday left and i'm PISSED.