At 8:23 a.m. a fucking rhinosaurus starts beating down my bedroom door. No, it's just my other roommate Marshall. He wakes me up more mornings than I can count. If not him then someone else, pounding on my fucking door before twelve in the fucking afternoon. Goddamn, do they not hear me coming in the door at three o'clock in the morning?? I only have to go right by Marshall's bed (in the living room, right next to the front door). Do they not realize at 8 in the shitting a.m. I am not going to be coherent?!? Must be pretty improtant! So I drag my saggy ass out of bed and open the door.
"Hey, Calendar Girl, can you call Kevin and ask him if he is going to take the room??"
WTF?!? You wake me up to ask me to wake someone else up at 8 in the shitting a.m.? Are you some sort of sadist??
So I call Kevin's cell phone. Message. Call again. Still no answer. Marshall is anxious. Whatever. Back to bed. ...... time passes.... no sleep. GODDAMMIT! So now I am up but I am not happy about it. Good, it gives me more things to rant about. Like how shitty this apartment is.
-Stace and I in the master
-Chuck and his gf Jessie in his room
-Marshall sleeps on a futon in the living room
2. We are all slobs.
3. The parking sucks more ass than on Backdoor Sluts part 9
4. Everyone eats my food!! I don't even want to buy it anymore, because I'm not going to eat half of it. Do I eat their food?? No! So I just don't get to eat!
5. There is no privacy in sharing a bedroom. If I want some punany, I have to go elsewhere to get it. My bf's apartment is currently also occupied, so we can't go there. And there are no good places to park.
6. Fucking people wake me up almost every morning
2. Stacy and I get along really well
3. In our bedroom we have a nice TV, a VCR, and a DVD player. I was never allowed to have a TV in my room before now
4. I can do whatever the hell I want. This includes: (all of the following I could not do while living under my parent's fascist, iron-fisted reign.)
Not go to church, stay out until the wee hours of the morn, leave without telling anybody, watch endless amounts of rated R movies, let guys (meaning Sam) crash in my room, go to concerts, have any guys in my room period, get away with being lazy, and make vulgar websites like this without threat.