cain

Y'know it's weird. As I was feigning sleep today, the roomie decided to invite little acne-ridden Carrie from across the hall over for a shit-talk-about-the-roomate-fest! Evidently, I have too many black shirts and listen to devil music. So after the little pimply bitch left, I promptly stuck a sticky note on the outside of the door that reads "Hey everyone! I have too many black shirts and listen to devil music! YES! AWESOME. Kisses, Bitches XOXO"

Moments later, as roomate decided to grab dinner and return, I recieved a grand apology from both Pizza Face and roomate. That's right, fucking BOW. I OWN you.

Victory, and no apology from me. Suckers. Go die.