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I 'won't wake them up... i won't wake them up... I won't wake them up. whew... just about lost it there. I came home tonite, starving, I'd had half a sandwhich that a friend gave to me and maybe a bottle of juice and part of a candy bar today for food., I'd worked all freaking day on my feet and school was pretty rough tonite. but. I'd decided that I was going to choose to be nice and gentle and so forth and I drag my ass up the stairs to find the apartment a wreck! (I knew it was getting kinda outta hand, but both roommates were home cooking earlier tonite and I figured they'd pick up because well shit, they live here and pay the rent and such. (the dishes were running in the dishwasher, i'll give them that.) But the cat box had been changed yesterday and put into the kitchen garbage which hasn't been taken out yet. there were bags just left on the kitchen floor, my bathroom floor was covered in water where my roommate had taken a bath and walked on it without making proper use of the bathmat. Her clothes were piled on the floor and in the sink and there are hairs all in the tub! (I havn't used the damn thing for about a week or two because the spicket broke and instead of callin the landlord like normal tenants they decide to do it themselves. yea. two fucking weeks later the shit's not done. and no reimbursement for the things to fix it, or the gas, but defiantly a grumble about how the damn thing doesn't fit. I don't wanna shower in ya'll's bathroom anymore! fix my damn shower and stop leaving hairs in it!) and my smoke alarm was turned off and not put back in. Constantly I'm finding clothes missing outta my closet and not only are they not returned there's no offers to wash them either. My makeshift work area in the living room was taken apart the other day and not put back. The entire place needs a vacume BADLY! and to top it all off there's no ediable food in the house. (though they made themselves really yummy food tonite that I smelled before I had to run off to school. I live with a chef guy and he can't keep even something around to warm up after a long fucking day. am I the only one who's down for left overs here?)

I really hate comming home. damn I'm hungry.
~Fig