#katty rants

[kattystripes14]

Do you ever get that feeling when all you ate all day was 3 strawberry gogurts and a tiny bag of cereal where you lay on your stomach and it feels like you're gonna frow up because you haven't eaten anything? Yeah, no, sweet, me neither :'3

[taterkat]

I’ve realized something over the last few days.

Roommate is a fuckboy.

Like, it’s hard to catch immediately because he’s extremely likable despite his fuckboy status, but either I get treated with a modicum of either respect or indifference because I’m the pregnant wife of his best friend and one of his landlords, or he’s just FINALLY not worried about making a good impression on me, but he’s totally a fuck boy.

Yesterday, when CM and I were downstairs waiting for him to get ready (all the while, he’s whining about how long CM and I always take grocery shopping--bitch? we can be in and out in under 30 minutes including the fucking line to check out what are you talking about?), he decides to stop getting ready to latch on to something I said.

The thing I said, was how my hair used to be the same violent shade of pink as the shirt I was wearing, and will be again when I’m not a pod person. What he replied with was “well, just don’t dye it that oily green shit every girl is obsessed with.”

And then he launched into a rant about how unattractive it is and how they’re all just clones of each other.

“Dude, you realize that they don’t give a fuck about what you think, right? Like, girls don’t wear make up or dye their hair for you.”

“Yeah, well, I can still tell them they’ve lost their individuality.”

“No, no you fucking can’t. Because your mere existence doesn’t even factor into their decision of shaving their legs or fucking breathing, let alone their hair. You keep your opinions to yourself because no one fucking cares.”

“Well they should.”

I should mention, that the “well they should” comment comes a few days AFTER he decided that as a dude he gets more say than whatever girl he dumps a baby into on if she’s allowed NOT to have an abortion. And a few hours before ‘asking’ me (verbatim), “Hey, do you mind if I smoke a cigarette in MY car?” when I (a 28 week along pregnant woman) am sitting in the backseat directly behind him. He got pissed when I reminded him that I am indeed a 28 week along pregnant woman and that I don’t even feel comfortable being around his fucking vape when he’s blowing rings in my fucking living room.

He’s a fucking fuckboy. An entitled, elitist, white fuckboy, who rolls his eyes at my history podcasts and says things like “I thought it was just some feminist shit” and then gets huffy and changes the subject to man-history when I ask him if he knows who Annie Jump Cannon is or what she discovered and why the hell didn’t any of us learn that in public school? I bring up lady vikings, and he rolls his eyes. And changes the subject to books written by white dudes that I should have been forced to read in high school instead. He refuses to read or have anything to do with popular books or music or movies or anything post 1970 (so I’m going to LOVE seeing TFA with him next week and watching him whine about how wrong it is and how Rey’s a ‘Mary Sue’), because ‘nothing’s original or good’ but consumes so much shitty television and gets pissed off that I refuse to accept his ‘generous’ invites to watch south park on his tv in ‘his’ room when BITCH SHOULD BE LOOKING FOR A JOB. And also gets bent out of shape when he realizes that I don’t fucking watch tv. Like, for real. I start something, and then either never finish it, or have better things to do with my time. Like create or sleep or talk to human beings I like or taking a fucking walk.

And my favorite thing? He just kind of assumes that he’s totally welcome to eat whatever food CM and I make for dinner. He puts me on the spot every night, or knows I’m going to say no and puts CM on the spot instead. As a result, *I* am not eating enough/correctly because there are no fucking leftovers for me to eat the next day. If it were every once and a while, it’d be fine. But he talked CM into buying his groceries yesterday. So not only is CM the only breadwinner in the house, and paying a mortgage (and I’m trying to find some way to bring in at least my own fucking allowance for like, hair cuts and my cell phone bill and shit) and my food, but now we’ve got a freeloader roommate?

I’m being very patient because CM considers him family, and because CM always cheers me on when I snap and chew roommate out, but I swear to god I’m going to evict that kid at the end of January. Like, I’m having a baby carved out of me in the beginning of March. I’mma need to be building a crib, dresser, and a fucking nursery in his bedroom in February. Bitch needs to stop sleeping in until 2 or 3 pm, playing fallout for 6 hours, stealing my husband’s time from him (even CM’s fed up with how much time he doesn’t get alone with me because fuckboy roommate won’t leave the damn room), get a fucking job, and get the fuck out of my fucking house or there’s going to be a body that no one will miss buried in my tiny backyard, poisoning my tomatoes this summer.

[iknowimashadow]

Katty Rants..

Ok so I usually don't get upset when people say "why are you always on the computer?"but when my mom constantly yells at me about being on it I literately want to stand up and say "I'm watching people who can make me feel better unlike anyone else in real life."I honestly want parents to see how much a youtuber can mean to someone because for me there is many people who have saved me.Now most people would say that its stupid but you don't fucking understand how much they mean to me they mean so much to me and if any of them stopped doing videos I don't know how I would survive.  

[iknowimashadow]

As you can tell I'm not putting up with shit today so please keep your stupid comments to yourself. :)