|Boys are Idiots (Beware-Bitch Session)
||[Sep. 3rd, 2008|05:40 pm]
So I pretty much hate living with boys. They suck. Jeff is fine, but multiple boys with whom you don't have relationships with (and I really don't want to have relationships with them) kind of suck. Jeff's old roommate is fine for the most part. He's just a little inconsiderate because he works such strange hours. He'll come back at midnight with his girlfriend (who is very nice) and they will make food and he'll be really loud. He also doesn't respect the community rules or the fact that the washer and dryer are right next to my room, and does his laundry after 10 PM. But other than that, he's a nice guy. The other guy I absolutely hate. And he has crossed the line this time. He drank my Dr. Pepper! That's actually his main problem, he uses things and eats people's (i.e. Jeff's and mine) food, and doesn't do his own grocery shopping, even though he's a lazy bum and doesn't do anything but play videogames all day and there's a Vons about 20 feet south of the apartment building. Jeff gave him the polite version of "Don't eat my food jackass" by asking him to ask whose food it was (as the other roommate doesn't care if this guy eats his food) and if he could have it. But the very next day I come back to find that he's polished off a whole box of MY wheat thins and left them and a glass on the ground in front of the tv. Then he comes back later with his girlfriend and 1)Immediately takes his shirt off, wtf? Then 2) Opens the cupboard where his nonexistent food is and begins to look through it, only stopping when he notices I'm there. I noticed that this guy had taken a Dr. Pepper and put it in the fridge, so I passive-aggressively put it back in the package. That didn't deter him though and he went back and drank it anyway. When I noticed this morning, Jeff asked me if I wanted him to talk to the guys about it, I said that I was taking a more proactive approach, and now I am systematically moving the food into the room. Hopefully he won't come into the room while no one's there and go through it. But then we might have to get the police involved, won't we? Just kidding. Or am I? I spent $100 last weekend on groceries; I don't know if you know how much Jeff eats! And the only reason I buy food for Jeff is because he buys food for me AND I am living here rent-free. I am no ones mommy, and I hate children. I was spoiled last year by a roommate who had a very sensitive stomach and couldn't eat much of anything, plus she was very respectful of my stuff and my space. And now I get to move in a week to an apartment where one of the girls living there is exactly like this guy, except she "shares everything." Yes, food, clothes, shoes, you name it. This must be punishment for not sharing in kindergarten.