Someone had sex in my bed
I really want to cry about it too. Of my many roommates, the dumbest two declared they were having a HUGE Halloween party last night and after a discussion, the rest of us decided it was ok as long as they cleaned everything up. Since Tessa, Lucy, Joe & I don't really like Doug & Eme's friends, we all made a deal to NOT be at home last night.
I later discovered that unlike everyone else's room, mine does not have a lock. Or rather, not the kind of lock you can pick with a little pointy thing everyone can share. Mine is a normal ass keyhole to which i do not have the key. SO I removed/hid everything i had that was valuable, put a sign on the door telling people to keep out, and headed to my friend Nikki's for the night. Yes, well you can guess the end. I came home this morning to find the house TRASHED. Like, quite possibly to the point where our security deposit won't even pay for it if they can't get the mud out of things. It reeks like barf and no one is even awake yet. I want it to be clean, but I don't think i should have to- as I am ALWAYS cleaning up their shit & this is the worst of the worst. I want to cry.
Anyhow, I braced myself & went into my room. It looked ok, at first. I found only one beer cup on my dresser which pissed me off- as someone had been in my room, but everything appeared to be in place. THEN, I found a pair of sparkly skank-like playboy bunny ears behind my pillow. SICk. Under closer inspection, I pulled back the covers and found a condom wrapper. SICCCKKKKEERR. The worst thing of all is that it was MY condom. Like, I once bought a box of trojans that are white with teal writing. "Shared Sensation." Yep, that's it. So these drunk hoes ransacked my room until they found my condoms, used one, and left the mess to me. I'm washing all my bedding right now. I'm flipping apeshit...and i can't bitch because no one appears to be home or awake.
This is quite possibly the maddest I have ever been in my whole life. Yes, i think this beats the day when I found out Will Carspecken had won the fucking Boetcher scholarship. By a lot. I hate halloween. I don't even want to go out tonight.
I later discovered that unlike everyone else's room, mine does not have a lock. Or rather, not the kind of lock you can pick with a little pointy thing everyone can share. Mine is a normal ass keyhole to which i do not have the key. SO I removed/hid everything i had that was valuable, put a sign on the door telling people to keep out, and headed to my friend Nikki's for the night. Yes, well you can guess the end. I came home this morning to find the house TRASHED. Like, quite possibly to the point where our security deposit won't even pay for it if they can't get the mud out of things. It reeks like barf and no one is even awake yet. I want it to be clean, but I don't think i should have to- as I am ALWAYS cleaning up their shit & this is the worst of the worst. I want to cry.
Anyhow, I braced myself & went into my room. It looked ok, at first. I found only one beer cup on my dresser which pissed me off- as someone had been in my room, but everything appeared to be in place. THEN, I found a pair of sparkly skank-like playboy bunny ears behind my pillow. SICk. Under closer inspection, I pulled back the covers and found a condom wrapper. SICCCKKKKEERR. The worst thing of all is that it was MY condom. Like, I once bought a box of trojans that are white with teal writing. "Shared Sensation." Yep, that's it. So these drunk hoes ransacked my room until they found my condoms, used one, and left the mess to me. I'm washing all my bedding right now. I'm flipping apeshit...and i can't bitch because no one appears to be home or awake.
This is quite possibly the maddest I have ever been in my whole life. Yes, i think this beats the day when I found out Will Carspecken had won the fucking Boetcher scholarship. By a lot. I hate halloween. I don't even want to go out tonight.