#god anything

[kisa-rae]

Alright, in not so much light of the knowledge I found out earlier...I'm going to try and binge read the off shoot TokyoRev chapters and possibly the new Blue Exorcist chapter. My ask box is open and I'm free to talk about whatever right now.

[nctura]

( slides the dash ten dollars.......write a bbs thread with me.....u Cowards )

[clueless-dullahan]

I am a tired gay bitch who gets less attention than she wants to and has like no breaks at all

[halp-my-cat-kidnappedme]

I NEED TO RANT

So I’ve been SUPER stressed out lately. Worst than normal, I’m taking 17 credits worth of classes and working 25-hour week and over break I took a class that was three hours every day while working 40-hour weeks. With barely enough time to do my homework and be a human being I hadn’t been cleaning around the apartment. I can’t sleep at night because whenever I manage to fall asleep I wake up an hour or two later making to do lists in my head. My eye hasn’t stopped twitching in weeks. My heart randomly starts racing and I feel like I can’t catch my breath. Getting myself out of bed to face each day has been a really hard task for me because everyday the ever-growing to-do list seems to also grow more daunting.

And to add to the to-do list my apartment had gotten messy to a degree that I couldn’t even stand. And of course my roommate wasn’t even going to consider helping at all.

My roommate, who quit his job, my roommate, who never goes to class, my roommate, who always has his friends over, DOESN’T FUCKING EVEN THINK ABOUT CLEANING THE FUCKING APARTMENT. Now last semester I let this be because I had time to clean the apartment enough that it wasn’t unbearable and I was okay with it as long as he took out the garbage, which he did. NOW HE DOESN’T EVEN FUCKING DO THAT.

So finally after having a very bad panic attack from all the stress last week, I opted to go home for the weekend and took off work. On Sunday I came back, feeling a bit better and I walking into the apartment to find HUNDREDS of magic cards ALL OVER THE FLOOR. And not just magic cards but literally every single wrapper they came out of. He couldn’t even be bothered to take the time to throw out the goddamn fucking wrappers.

So I picked up all the cards and placed in pretty much the same disarray they were in on his bedroom floor, including the wrappers.

I then cleaned the whole entire apartment, minus his room, from top to bottom.  

  OOPS I’m sorry, I stopped being Ms. Nice Roommate. 

Oh. He also ate all my ice cream without even asking. fucking bitch.