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I could write a book about having shitty roommates. It would prob, be a best seller. At least then people would half way understand it, unless you've spent a night here you would never entierly get what i deal with.
so her name is heather, and as far as I am concerned she was one of those girls, who when we were in high school, wore the camo jackets and picked fights with other white trash girls in order to get attention for trashy red neck guys. she moved to MTSU from nashville, which for people unfimiliar with the landscape is.... maybe 20 mins away. being so far from home must take a toll on people, I swear. I wouldn't know though, woodstock is in our backyard and I'm home all the time.
Let's recap whats been happening, before i get to tonight (now, would be a wonderful time to note the time this is posted)
-Throws a party and eats all my food
-says she should have to pay for my food cause her friends ate it not her
-Has another party against our wishes.
-tells me I need to find somewhere else to stay
-6 month old baby in the same room as hard drugs (coke)
-I find 8 or 9 used plates under the couch cusions
-apartment is trashed for 5 days prior to the party
-She sets her alarm for 5AM, locks her door, and goes home for the weeknd.
-leaves a message for us saying its not fair for us to have food in the fridge (no room for the alcohol, duh!)
-bitches about us being to loud.
so heres my night
I walk in and theres a infant (maybe 6 months old) screaming at the top of it's lungs. come to find out this child, is spending the night... wonderful! well as luck would have it the baby falls asleep and i don't hear it againt all night. that means I just have to put up with heathers.... Well fuck, Heather is a loud Bitch to be honest, doesn't have any other tone besides that.
.....of corse the story doesn't stop there...
So anyway. I fall asleep, and around oh sat 2 o clock, i hear....scratch that, FEEL someone beating on the door, they are screaming at the top of their lungs, someones throwing shit at heathers window...
now i dont want them hear.. they arent my friends they are rude and smoke infront of their kid, so i don't see any need at all to let them in the apartment.
well for, oh and hour and a half. they just POUND on the door and scream. I call the police, again, who, AGAIN, don't come.
finniall heathers fat ass gets out of bed and lets them in... so THEN for another hour all i hear its "I KNOW WE WERE BEATING ON THE DOOR FOR LIKE AN HOUR!!!!"
so i go and polietly ask heather to be quiet.. and of corse her fat ass.. doesn't get quiet... wonderful.
so her name is heather, and as far as I am concerned she was one of those girls, who when we were in high school, wore the camo jackets and picked fights with other white trash girls in order to get attention for trashy red neck guys. she moved to MTSU from nashville, which for people unfimiliar with the landscape is.... maybe 20 mins away. being so far from home must take a toll on people, I swear. I wouldn't know though, woodstock is in our backyard and I'm home all the time.
Let's recap whats been happening, before i get to tonight (now, would be a wonderful time to note the time this is posted)
-Throws a party and eats all my food
-says she should have to pay for my food cause her friends ate it not her
-Has another party against our wishes.
-tells me I need to find somewhere else to stay
-6 month old baby in the same room as hard drugs (coke)
-I find 8 or 9 used plates under the couch cusions
-apartment is trashed for 5 days prior to the party
-She sets her alarm for 5AM, locks her door, and goes home for the weeknd.
-leaves a message for us saying its not fair for us to have food in the fridge (no room for the alcohol, duh!)
-bitches about us being to loud.
so heres my night
I walk in and theres a infant (maybe 6 months old) screaming at the top of it's lungs. come to find out this child, is spending the night... wonderful! well as luck would have it the baby falls asleep and i don't hear it againt all night. that means I just have to put up with heathers.... Well fuck, Heather is a loud Bitch to be honest, doesn't have any other tone besides that.
.....of corse the story doesn't stop there...
So anyway. I fall asleep, and around oh sat 2 o clock, i hear....scratch that, FEEL someone beating on the door, they are screaming at the top of their lungs, someones throwing shit at heathers window...
now i dont want them hear.. they arent my friends they are rude and smoke infront of their kid, so i don't see any need at all to let them in the apartment.
well for, oh and hour and a half. they just POUND on the door and scream. I call the police, again, who, AGAIN, don't come.
finniall heathers fat ass gets out of bed and lets them in... so THEN for another hour all i hear its "I KNOW WE WERE BEATING ON THE DOOR FOR LIKE AN HOUR!!!!"
so i go and polietly ask heather to be quiet.. and of corse her fat ass.. doesn't get quiet... wonderful.