Jan 06, 2011 17:54
Dude, no seriously dude, when I come downstairs to see it totally trashed and beer bottles EVERYWHERE on a weeknight while I'm being constantly reminded that I need to give a rent check (every single day after I replied the first time that I would have it Friday), yes I'm going to be preachy. Especially when I have to holler downstairs at 3 a.m. that people are being too loud since I have to work the next day and when I wake up to find guys I don't even know having spent the night in my house. All this after having heard my roomie is out of a job. Yes, I'm going to vocally question her financial choices. I am footing half the bill here and I don't want to know that a large portion of her money is going toward partying when she doesn't have a job. It concerns me. As does having my house thrashed. I don't want to preach and be all MOM about it but COME ON. It's just irresponsible and disrespectful. And seriously, the decision to ask me for the rent check while I'm asking why there's so much alcohol around and why random people are in my house at 9 a.m., not smart.
Also, I worry about what all these dying animals mean. I really do.
life,
roomie,
bitchery