Well...
The other day, I had a delivery near the apartment, so I swung by here to pick something up. When I came in, my bedroom door was open. I always close it to trap heat for Scooter. My roomate bounces out of my room when he notices I'm home, like a kid that just got caught doing something they know they shouldnt, wearing nothing but tighty whiteys. Then, he commences to make up some bullshit story saying "There was a loud pop outside, people were trying to get out of the parking lot, I was just seeing what was going on." Complete and total bullshit. No one was trying to get out of the parking lot. As a matter of fact, they were all getting in my damn way so I couldnt get into a parking space. The folks downstairs out chit chatting, kids riding bikes right in front of me like the inconsiderate assholes they are, people congregating and goofing around. Plus, if you were looking out the window, Kris, you would have seen me trying to get into a parking space.
I cant make this kind of shit up...
This asshole has absolutely no respect for anyone else. Not once has he chipped in for groceries, but sure as hell, as soon as I bring in food, it's gone in a matter of days, thanks to him. Not once has he paid his share of the power or phone bill. Before Dad gave me a phone, he used my cell phone like it was his. I'd be in the shower, and when I'd get out, the entire call log would be people he called. Before I passworded my computer, he would be on it while I was working, looking at fucked up porn sites. He wouldnt have a job if I hadnt gotten him hired on at mine after the wrestling shows he did got cancelled. Since then, it's been a nightmare just getting $200 out of him when he owes $250 a month. He'd go through my comics when I wasnt around. And he's been wearing my goddamn socks, and I think some of my wife beaters. On top of all this, he's filthy. His bathroom is disgusting, and his hair is everywhere.
He's known for over a month now that I was doing my damndest to move out of here, yet he hasnt made any attempt to look for a new place to live. He just assumed he was coming with me, even though I've told him numerous times there was no room for him to stay in. J. mentioned Martha moving in, and I mentioned it to Kris, but said that it might not happen, because the house is only 2 bedrooms. There is a utility room that might can be a bedroom, but I'm not certain, and I have to get moved in before I made any decision on Martha moving in. Which, I actually wouldnt mind, shes a nice girl, and it would ease the bills even more. But, Kris decides to go to Marthas sister about it and say no, like it was his decision.
HEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY ASSHOLE! YOU'RE NOT GOING TO BE LIVING THERE EITHER!
I've told him numerous times, since I started all the preparations for moving into the house, that he wont be moving in with me. No matter, he's assumed the entire time that he is.
So, after the whole pantsless bullshit routine the other night, he then has the nerve the next night to ask me about the utility room, that I've already said numerous times, isn't fit to be a bedroom. So then he gets this dejected tone, and says "I guess I'm going to have to hunt for some new digs then."
No shit dude. I can't beleive you waited till 11 days till the lease is up. Even if it was a third bedroom, I still wouldnt let your ass move in again.
This is going to be nice getting out of these apartments. Peace and quiet. No more being late for work because of stupid bullshit that holds me up every day. No more driving all over the world to hang out with J. or my sis. Plus the house fucking rocks.
The other day, I had a delivery near the apartment, so I swung by here to pick something up. When I came in, my bedroom door was open. I always close it to trap heat for Scooter. My roomate bounces out of my room when he notices I'm home, like a kid that just got caught doing something they know they shouldnt, wearing nothing but tighty whiteys. Then, he commences to make up some bullshit story saying "There was a loud pop outside, people were trying to get out of the parking lot, I was just seeing what was going on." Complete and total bullshit. No one was trying to get out of the parking lot. As a matter of fact, they were all getting in my damn way so I couldnt get into a parking space. The folks downstairs out chit chatting, kids riding bikes right in front of me like the inconsiderate assholes they are, people congregating and goofing around. Plus, if you were looking out the window, Kris, you would have seen me trying to get into a parking space.
I cant make this kind of shit up...
This asshole has absolutely no respect for anyone else. Not once has he chipped in for groceries, but sure as hell, as soon as I bring in food, it's gone in a matter of days, thanks to him. Not once has he paid his share of the power or phone bill. Before Dad gave me a phone, he used my cell phone like it was his. I'd be in the shower, and when I'd get out, the entire call log would be people he called. Before I passworded my computer, he would be on it while I was working, looking at fucked up porn sites. He wouldnt have a job if I hadnt gotten him hired on at mine after the wrestling shows he did got cancelled. Since then, it's been a nightmare just getting $200 out of him when he owes $250 a month. He'd go through my comics when I wasnt around. And he's been wearing my goddamn socks, and I think some of my wife beaters. On top of all this, he's filthy. His bathroom is disgusting, and his hair is everywhere.
He's known for over a month now that I was doing my damndest to move out of here, yet he hasnt made any attempt to look for a new place to live. He just assumed he was coming with me, even though I've told him numerous times there was no room for him to stay in. J. mentioned Martha moving in, and I mentioned it to Kris, but said that it might not happen, because the house is only 2 bedrooms. There is a utility room that might can be a bedroom, but I'm not certain, and I have to get moved in before I made any decision on Martha moving in. Which, I actually wouldnt mind, shes a nice girl, and it would ease the bills even more. But, Kris decides to go to Marthas sister about it and say no, like it was his decision.
HEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY ASSHOLE! YOU'RE NOT GOING TO BE LIVING THERE EITHER!
I've told him numerous times, since I started all the preparations for moving into the house, that he wont be moving in with me. No matter, he's assumed the entire time that he is.
So, after the whole pantsless bullshit routine the other night, he then has the nerve the next night to ask me about the utility room, that I've already said numerous times, isn't fit to be a bedroom. So then he gets this dejected tone, and says "I guess I'm going to have to hunt for some new digs then."
No shit dude. I can't beleive you waited till 11 days till the lease is up. Even if it was a third bedroom, I still wouldnt let your ass move in again.
This is going to be nice getting out of these apartments. Peace and quiet. No more being late for work because of stupid bullshit that holds me up every day. No more driving all over the world to hang out with J. or my sis. Plus the house fucking rocks.
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Thanks for the nice comment too!