"Pre game and post game at my crib"
I am getting out of here as soon as possible as the combination of my two roommates habits have become not just a nuisance but an insult to my personal dignity.
1) The guy down below me is either deaf or a dick. 7 AM - the radio is banging my floorboards. 2AM, 12AM, 1 PM, it doesn't matter the music is ALWAYS LOUD. I work for a living, will you please let me get some sleep! The last thing I want is to work for ten hours and then NOT be able to sleep.
2) Ranee's parties. OVER IT. I was so desperate for sleep that I called Luna to see if I could sleep in her living room. Ranee told me yesterday that she would have some (20?!?!) people over before they went out to, I don't know, I guess watch her get dressed or some shit. At 12:30 Am they are being loud as fuck, and listening to music on MY DVD player that is hooked up to the TV which just so happens to be against the way to my bedroom. Ok. So I CIS for they guy who needs an ipod (BLOW YOUR OWN EARDRUMS OUT) and then they leave, by then it is 1 AM. 4 AM and the opening manager asks Luis to come in as soon as he can because they are short-handed at his new store. I get up to take him to work, ask him if he wants me to make some coffee. Sure, he says. That'd be nice.
THERE ARE TWO COMPLETELY STRANGERS ENGAGING IN QUESTIONABLE ACTS ON MY COUCH! They were at least at second base, but I don't know because they had a blanket on top of them.
I walk out and I say, loud enough for them to hear,
"Gross."
I hope that ruined the mood. I should have tapped them on the shoulder and said, "Excuse, but when your done could you please wipe up your herpes? Thanks."
Just. So. Freakin'. Gross.
Did I mention that I worked the full ten hours yesterday, running around like crazy trying to keep it under control at work and then I come home and start some laundry. And clean up the kitchen a little, you know do a load of dishes. And when I wake up the HOUSE IS COMPLETELY FILTHY.
Sunday when I came home from work the house was picked up for her part, but she hadn't taken the trash down to the dumpster.
When I was discussing with some others who to find to take over my lease, Luis suggested that I find someone trashier than her to take over the lease because that would really piss her off. Eli noted, however, that might be difficult to do.
Anyways. I can;t be here anymore. It's disgusting and to be honest I am paying way to much to have my personal dignity insulted in such a manner.
1) The guy down below me is either deaf or a dick. 7 AM - the radio is banging my floorboards. 2AM, 12AM, 1 PM, it doesn't matter the music is ALWAYS LOUD. I work for a living, will you please let me get some sleep! The last thing I want is to work for ten hours and then NOT be able to sleep.
2) Ranee's parties. OVER IT. I was so desperate for sleep that I called Luna to see if I could sleep in her living room. Ranee told me yesterday that she would have some (20?!?!) people over before they went out to, I don't know, I guess watch her get dressed or some shit. At 12:30 Am they are being loud as fuck, and listening to music on MY DVD player that is hooked up to the TV which just so happens to be against the way to my bedroom. Ok. So I CIS for they guy who needs an ipod (BLOW YOUR OWN EARDRUMS OUT) and then they leave, by then it is 1 AM. 4 AM and the opening manager asks Luis to come in as soon as he can because they are short-handed at his new store. I get up to take him to work, ask him if he wants me to make some coffee. Sure, he says. That'd be nice.
THERE ARE TWO COMPLETELY STRANGERS ENGAGING IN QUESTIONABLE ACTS ON MY COUCH! They were at least at second base, but I don't know because they had a blanket on top of them.
I walk out and I say, loud enough for them to hear,
"Gross."
I hope that ruined the mood. I should have tapped them on the shoulder and said, "Excuse, but when your done could you please wipe up your herpes? Thanks."
Just. So. Freakin'. Gross.
Did I mention that I worked the full ten hours yesterday, running around like crazy trying to keep it under control at work and then I come home and start some laundry. And clean up the kitchen a little, you know do a load of dishes. And when I wake up the HOUSE IS COMPLETELY FILTHY.
Sunday when I came home from work the house was picked up for her part, but she hadn't taken the trash down to the dumpster.
When I was discussing with some others who to find to take over my lease, Luis suggested that I find someone trashier than her to take over the lease because that would really piss her off. Eli noted, however, that might be difficult to do.
Anyways. I can;t be here anymore. It's disgusting and to be honest I am paying way to much to have my personal dignity insulted in such a manner.