dannydmc

I am going to kill my roomate Because I'll be damned if I'm going to be the one to get driven out of this damn apartment, I'll tell you that much.

Alright, I admit that I am making very little sense above, so let me explain it from the beginning:

Everything was going well with me and my roomate until this semester. The last one had been good and, although we never became best buds, we got along well enough for me to consider him a friend. My feelings has since changed.

Things seem to have begun to really sour a few weeks back. On Valentine's day I came home to find that he had taken all of his stuff out of the living and moved it into his bedroom. Unfortunatly, for several reasons which I won't quiet get into at this point, everything in the livingroom WAS his; this, in effect, left me with a table and a couch and nothing else.

"Fine", I thought after I had calmed down enough to see strait, "it WAS his stuff, even if this does violate a promise me had made to me at the beginning of the year, he can do with it what he wants". I rearranged my work schedual so I could go home the next week and grab some of the essentials I needed from home to continue my scraping life as a student

Since then, however, ol Joel has gotten down right petty and mean. He admits he's been acting like an asshole, but seems to laugh it off when ever I mention being the least bit angered about it all. Finally, last night, he took one step two far and just became downright insulting.

I can put up with a lot in the name of freindship and living together; I may be a prideful man, but I can let certain slights pass. However, he's pushed me to my limit, has intruded upon "my space"(a sacred concept within my mind) and has generaly left this apartment with a foul energy the likes I haven't seen in some time.

There for....I'm venting on here; at least until while I consider finding an action which is reasonable and sane