May 18, 2006 17:20
Things with Sam aren't going very well. The day I moved in he told me that he got another roommate and that I had to find another home for Scarlett. Two nights later he came home at 4 in the morning and told me to go sleep on the floor in the living room. I can't ever seem to please him and everything I do is wrong or stupid, and I'm always in the way.
About a week ago he moved all my stuff from his closet to the hall closet, except of course all the lube, massage oil and condoms I bought, he'll hang on to those, but not a single stray red hair on his pillow must remain.
A few days ago I cleaned the entire house and it was spotless. Sam looked around seemed happy but then bitched at me for leaving the stereo on. The stereo! Oh, and I left the remote on the T.V instead of on the table. WTF?
* I'm also not allowed to have friends over - unless their really hot
* I can't take a shower longer than 10 minutes
* I have to call him to tell if I'll be home or if I'm going out,
* And going out is a huge issue because he refuses to give me a key,
* I have zero privacy,
* I'm not even allowed to read in his room if he has friends over
* He hasn't told his sort of girlfriend I live there
* He smokes first thing in the morning which hurts my head
* He bangs things on purpose in the morning
* He said I deserved to get fired because I had a migraine yesterday and couldn't go to work.
* He wakes me every morning when he opens the blinds in the living room, where I sleep.
And though we have another roommate, Shane, who never cleans, and has people over all the time, Sam never bitches at him. Ever. If the house is dirty, it's my fault. If he can't find something, my fault. Everything going wrong in his life, you got it, my fault too.
Man, I don't think I could be this evil if I was getting paid.