Ok well, my roomate is in Iraq right now and he left his little ugly miserable girlfriend here behind for the time being. Hes only going to be gone for a few more days. They both lived here before me and what not, but she thinks she has control of EVERYTHING. I dont talk to her because shes this little spineless ugly troll looking girl who cries everytime i say something to her.
Today pissed me off, I bought groceries yesterday and I bought about 30 cans of tuna, and some bread and other little things. And I had no room for the cans and the bread and the pb in the cabinet so I left em on the table. Not slob like- just in the corner of the kitchen table.
So today she cleaned the living room while I was here, and moved ALLL of my shit. My water bottles that were in the corner of the room, are now in my room. My dogs food, now in my room, the tuna and bread are in 3 stacks on the kitchen counter. So i shrugged it off and left it the way it was and go into my room.
I walk out of my room, and there is a note next to my tuna that says:
"Please put your shit away, your shit does not need to be left on what little counter space we have".
Sad part is, SHES IN THE NEXT ****ING ROOM. THIS CRAZY BITCH WROTE A NOTE TO ME WHILE IM BASICALLY RIGHT NEXT TO HER.
Other things she has done to piss me the **** off.
No one was home, so i decided to play xbox 360 in the living room. Not crazy loud but loud enough where i can immerse myself lol. 20 minutes into my GTA4 deathmatch session the bitch walks in. Goes down stairs to her room, then comes up with a magazine. Sits at the computer desk next to the TV and opens it up and starts reading it. Big deal right? 10 seconds into her sitting there, not saying a word... she gets up, walks over to the stereo and lowers it to a whopping 1 and then goes and sits back down reading her magazine. I said to myself, wtf? But i let it slide and kept playing. The very next day literally the same exact scenario. I was by myself in the crib after work and here she comes. First off... a magazine at the ****in computer desk? w.e so when she turned it down i took off my headset and kinda bugged on her. I said "Ya know, not for nothing, when you sit in here blasting your 9 yr old eminem cd and have 3 songs on constant loop I dont say a word to you. Dont come in here while im enjoying myself and start lowering my shit." She goes "You dont need it that loud". Thats when i flipped. I told her if she doesnt ****in like it, her room is down stairs.
Jsut stupid shit like that, the bitch just started paying rent after living here for over a yr at a whopping 200 a month.
As far as her cleaning the living room I have no room to bitch however, if I leave something in there... it winds up thrown into my room. I get mail- thrown in my room. I used bleach one day - thrown in my room on my bed and bleached the shit out of it.
My problem here is, its not the fact that she does this shit, its the fact that If I do it she complains to my roomate and then he cries to me.
So what do i do? Do I kill her and her little disgusting chihuahua? Or do I suck it up?
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Originally Posted by QuieTSToRM33
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