Cranky part 3
I crutched home all pissy and sore. My fucking roommate who had promised to be home wasn't. Of course. I was exhausted, but I really needed to get that email out. He came home while I was writing it. Thankfully knew better than to bug me too much.
He moved a shit ton of his things into the apartment. But really so much that the whole bedroom is overrun with shit. I can't get to my dresser. I asked when we could deal with it. He's not off again til Sunday. Awesome.
So... he decided to have a bunch of people over, and play their shitty music. Eh, I was actually doing okay by then. Then they went out, and got really drunk. He came home with even more people. They were so fucked up. They had food. They came in, obnoxiously took over my futon and my computer. Played really loud music, and ate on my "bed". They spilled food and drinks everywhere. Food all over my futon cover which I get to sleep on now. They spilled drinks all over the floor. Then one of them came and used my good cream colored towel to soak it up.
And then they all left...
God I love drunk fucks....
He moved a shit ton of his things into the apartment. But really so much that the whole bedroom is overrun with shit. I can't get to my dresser. I asked when we could deal with it. He's not off again til Sunday. Awesome.
So... he decided to have a bunch of people over, and play their shitty music. Eh, I was actually doing okay by then. Then they went out, and got really drunk. He came home with even more people. They were so fucked up. They had food. They came in, obnoxiously took over my futon and my computer. Played really loud music, and ate on my "bed". They spilled food and drinks everywhere. Food all over my futon cover which I get to sleep on now. They spilled drinks all over the floor. Then one of them came and used my good cream colored towel to soak it up.
And then they all left...
God I love drunk fucks....