Hypocrisy thy name is room mate
So as you all know my roommate is a festering piece of space shit. Think...
And I do my best to stay out of her way, at all costs. But this past weekend my boyfriend came to visit (for the first and only time this whole semester). Did my roommate kindly offer to to give us a semblance of privacy, considering her constant looming presence in our room? Nope! The little pissy rain cloud was there to stay.
She never left the room. NEVER. She made brief excursions to the kitchen every once and a while to feed. Otherwise she remained in her customary state, blanket over head, eyes fixed on the computer screen, never moving, and the sourest face god ever gave to a lemon.
So other than the fun intimate weekend we had planned before we are separated through travel and his field training, we played the where can we have the most privacy when forced into public. She did seem a bit put out when we dared to come into the room to sleep at night, but that is neither here nor there.
Despite the little troll, my boyfriend and I had a wonderful weekend together and I am riding that I’m in love high
But today on Skype she not so subtle spoke about me, while I was in the room mind you. Some snips of the conversation = “She’s such a bitch...I think she is trying to Skype her boyfriend.... god... as if I didn’t have to deal with that enough this weekend”. Records scratch in my head, and at first I think I must be hearing wrong. But she continued to speak about “someone” in that vein. All I can think is a bitch says WHAT?
Oh I’m sorry, was it inconvenient for you that we tried to avoided you with the same skill set I use when asked about after college plans. Fast, to the point, and slightly uncomfortable for the little time it does last. We were stealthy as hell!
And for her who ... a. never leaves the room.
b. constantly skypes her two imaginary friends, without letting me know often when I am changing.
c. Is the most obnoxious douchenozzle, who feels it is her duty, nay her right to make me as uncomfortable in my own space as possible. ... to dare to complain about me and my happiness boggles my mind. I have a ball of rage building in my stomach and it is all I can do to not yell in her dull dull face. If I were in any less control tonight would be the night bitches die
Talk about me and my relationship again. I dare you roomie.












