Bad Roommate

"We painted underwear with mackerel oil and sold them to men as used knickers."

-Dian Hanson

There you go! Having trouble finding extra income thanks to suffering from an obvious recession? Just go out and buy a large pack of Hanes Her Ways, apply some of what the lady above suggested, and you can make some major dollars off of panty sniffers. Gawd, I am so jealous of women being able to sell their worn panties.

I'm back. It's normal to feel this tired. Being woken up at 5am for goodbye sex, drive home, go to work, do 150 push-ups and sit-ups that not many humans can do, and catch up on a few magazines. It's life for me but I'm still susceptible to the after-effects where I find myself dreaming of sleeping. Dreaming of sleeping. Weird.

Since people seem to love drama, Sara and I did have a little thanks to her roommate. My bag was gone through by this girl that tends to leech off of Sara. Be it, gas and friends, Sara's roommate has made things her own. But since when does this girl have the right to take my Battlestar Galactica DVD set out of my bag and watch about 6 episodes!?! I did not leave this out in the living room where we found her acting as if nothing was wrong.

I've had a hard time wondering why Sara takes all this shit from the roommate. She does nothing but leech off of Sara pretty much everyday in some form. Sara is the one to take the recyclables, drive her to errands like Target, and to parties with Sara's friends. This roommate does nothing for us all while laying around watching our DVDs. The worst is the kitchen where it looks like a disaster thanks to cooking where everything is left out on the counter and table. This really annoys me when the girl thinks the apartment is just hers. I don't get a kick out of shopping adventures because this roommate drops the plastic bags on the floor and leaves them there. Always.

Call it what you want but I'm pretty much suggesting to Sara that the two of us will watch DVDs in her room's computer. Less in the living room. I pretty much hate how we watch a show and this roommate has to sit down and join us, especially after having to listen to her tell us that she wants the apartment to herself. We NEVER get it to ourselves because the roommate has no fucking job, just school on a loan.

It's kind of weird how there are those of us that have no love of religion but celebrate these Holidays. Easter. It's one big mess for me because I cannot eat chocolate. Do you know how many chocolate rabbits I keep seeing that I'd like to just bit their fucking heads off!?! M&Ms? Oh, how I love you so! Cadbury Eggs? I'm rather pornographic in that I will break them in half and allow the inner portion to just drip into my mouth. I look like a pornstar that just had a massive 'money shot' in the mouth as I wipe mine off.

Sara and I seem to be getting stronger. Nothing like drama to bring us a little closer, eh? I'm hoping that she sees how much of a leech this girl has been and cut her the fuck loose. I don't care if you are living on a loan. You help pay gas and do some of the work to keep the apartment nice. Leave the boyfriend's stuff alone and pick up the goddamn plastic bags from Target.

We tried a game of dirty Scrabble after dinner. Our only major accomplishment in this area was 'tata' and that was by me. 'Testee' didn't have the impact we were looking for because that's just about anger. Would have had 'slut' but I was missing an 'S.'

So, I must be off as I make this later than usual entry. Ya know what? This is the second time I've been woken up for early morning sex. I laugh at this. There is genius in the female species that realizes that 'morning wood' is there for a reason. Happy twats all around.