Like always. She assuming she is everyone's mommy. Like today, she just *had* to ask what my motivation was for parking in the driveway. Well...I hate coming home at midnight or one o'clock and having to walk the expanse of driveway to the door. It is much easier parking at the door. And safer to boot.
The first thing I am going to do when one of the other roommates leaves is park my car in the driveway and say "SCREW YOU FUCKERS!" (One of their friends is moving into the house. Actually Melody dated him a while before he turned gay/came out/whatever.)
Ok, I understand that she likes the house clean, but its not like she is Miss Clean herself.
Did I tell you what she did the other day? And by she I mean Jubilee (or the rhyme by which that goes?). She brought her cousin over to fix the swamp cooler (which was another reason I was excited about leaving) and as they walked right by my door, she ended up saying that "SHE never puts her dishes away. WE have a dishwasher for a reason." I am about the only one who leaves dishes in the sink to let them soak and the next day I put them up in the dishwasher.
WTF, mate?
And yesterday, as I was studying on the couch, with my books spread out everywhere as in with pages open, books from library, that sort of thing. And she plops down and turns on the TV and pops in her recording of One Tree Hill and says that I can leave or stay...but they are watching TV. UGH.
Yes, this is the bimbo who wants to be the biochem major. But she is a MCB major currently. And does honors. Sadly. I don't know how.
You actually understand me! Yes. Soaking. And I mean...I get home at midnight some nights. and I don't have time to clean up. I cook something and eat it and then go to bed. Sheesh. How is that so hard to think about?
But nooooo....gay guy is paying rent. Sort of like he is taking over Melody's lease. Subleasing, so to speak. And the only reason Morgan gets out of her rent is that she was lucky enough to be leaving on May 15 and that Jubilee's sister wanted to move in to that room. *rolls eyes*
I can just see it. Parties galore. If I am working, I will have none of that. and if there is a party, I am coming over to your house so that if we are ever red-tagged, I can have a defense and say that I was at your place. Or something.
You realize taht they make you pay a 500$ fee whether or not you were there just so long as you lived there? UGH. Not paying something I was not involved in.
I hate her I hate her I hate her. Die bitch die.
But yes, she has finals. She has oh-so-hard gen chem and tons of gen eds. And her English is oh-so-damn-hard...*feels pity* NOT.
My schedule is much harder than her. I work more hours than she works. And she sucks monkey dong.
Ok. Tonight is Chipotle. I might try to convince Mike to go to Starbucks tonight. He is getting here around 530-6ish. More than welcome to come.
And tomorrow is Bison Witches (for supper) and No Anchovies for lunch. You are also welcome to come and sit with us while we eat (well you can get dinner too...but i have to eat at work). So yeah.
The first thing I am going to do when one of the other roommates leaves is park my car in the driveway and say "SCREW YOU FUCKERS!" (One of their friends is moving into the house. Actually Melody dated him a while before he turned gay/came out/whatever.)
Ok, I understand that she likes the house clean, but its not like she is Miss Clean herself.
Did I tell you what she did the other day? And by she I mean Jubilee (or the rhyme by which that goes?). She brought her cousin over to fix the swamp cooler (which was another reason I was excited about leaving) and as they walked right by my door, she ended up saying that "SHE never puts her dishes away. WE have a dishwasher for a reason." I am about the only one who leaves dishes in the sink to let them soak and the next day I put them up in the dishwasher.
WTF, mate?
And yesterday, as I was studying on the couch, with my books spread out everywhere as in with pages open, books from library, that sort of thing. And she plops down and turns on the TV and pops in her recording of One Tree Hill and says that I can leave or stay...but they are watching TV. UGH.
I WAS WORKING!! You could have waited! WTF!?
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You actually understand me! Yes. Soaking. And I mean...I get home at midnight some nights. and I don't have time to clean up. I cook something and eat it and then go to bed. Sheesh. How is that so hard to think about?
But nooooo....gay guy is paying rent. Sort of like he is taking over Melody's lease. Subleasing, so to speak. And the only reason Morgan gets out of her rent is that she was lucky enough to be leaving on May 15 and that Jubilee's sister wanted to move in to that room. *rolls eyes*
I can just see it. Parties galore. If I am working, I will have none of that. and if there is a party, I am coming over to your house so that if we are ever red-tagged, I can have a defense and say that I was at your place. Or something.
You realize taht they make you pay a 500$ fee whether or not you were there just so long as you lived there? UGH. Not paying something I was not involved in.
I hate her I hate her I hate her. Die bitch die.
But yes, she has finals. She has oh-so-hard gen chem and tons of gen eds. And her English is oh-so-damn-hard...*feels pity* NOT.
My schedule is much harder than her. I work more hours than she works. And she sucks monkey dong.
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And tomorrow is Bison Witches (for supper) and No Anchovies for lunch. You are also welcome to come and sit with us while we eat (well you can get dinner too...but i have to eat at work). So yeah.
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