No, really, I meant it when I said "no."
So a few months ago, I got a Facebook friend request from an ex-roomate. Not just any ex-roomate, but the ex-roomate who's also the ex-boyfriend of my best friend.
The ex-roomate who, a year after moving out and four months after breaking up with my best friend came over to my place under the pretext of picking up things he left behind but really just came to call me a worthless waste of oxygen -- his entire basis for this decision coming from the fact that I'm not a UT fan.
The ex-roomate who who never paid his rent, instead making his underemployed girlfriend support him for the entire year we shared that apartment. Who refused to contribute to our high utility bill (because he felt 75 degrees was too cold), but always kept two steroes and two televisions on so he could monitor four football games at once.
The ex-roomate whose prized posession is a beer bottle collection. Specifically, a Miller High Life beer bottle collection. He never did understand why we didn't want him proudly displaying that in the windows.
The ex-roomate who finally found a job....paying half of minimum wage and no tips. Who'd get stoned and blame my best friend for his lack of money, even though he never spent a dime on her.
And I'm the waste of oxygen?
So I declined. I don't need that shit in my life anymore. And no, this guy isn't a former member of the Camarilla, if any of you are assuming it's one of those roomates.
Today, he requested it again. I declined again. If there's a third time, there may be a bazooka involved.
The ex-roomate who, a year after moving out and four months after breaking up with my best friend came over to my place under the pretext of picking up things he left behind but really just came to call me a worthless waste of oxygen -- his entire basis for this decision coming from the fact that I'm not a UT fan.
The ex-roomate who who never paid his rent, instead making his underemployed girlfriend support him for the entire year we shared that apartment. Who refused to contribute to our high utility bill (because he felt 75 degrees was too cold), but always kept two steroes and two televisions on so he could monitor four football games at once.
The ex-roomate whose prized posession is a beer bottle collection. Specifically, a Miller High Life beer bottle collection. He never did understand why we didn't want him proudly displaying that in the windows.
The ex-roomate who finally found a job....paying half of minimum wage and no tips. Who'd get stoned and blame my best friend for his lack of money, even though he never spent a dime on her.
And I'm the waste of oxygen?
So I declined. I don't need that shit in my life anymore. And no, this guy isn't a former member of the Camarilla, if any of you are assuming it's one of those roomates.
Today, he requested it again. I declined again. If there's a third time, there may be a bazooka involved.