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So, I've been in the library since 11:30 today...I've written two papers and made one website, and am about to embark on the rape of my final paper. What is this nonsense.
I've also begun to realize how many times I've used to topic of "oppression of women" or "the role of the female" for paper topics. Honestly, I've written 6 papers about it thus far. I'm not a feminist by any means, it's just incredibly easy to write/bullshit about. Women's rights, lol. Just kidding...
The Chronicles of the Roommate from Hell Pt. 2
So I went home this weekend to catch up on some work, and also because Cuntface Mcgee's child-boyfriend was spending the night. She offered a half-hearted, "Oh...you don't have to leave! It'll just be awkward..."
Yes, you're right, Cuntface Mcgee. I do not want to bear witness to your rabbit-fucking. I do not want to hear your vomit-inducing murmurs to each other. No.
She's told me multiple times that child-boyfriend has tried to have sex on my bed, but she refused because "She'll notice!" ... not because it's wrong to have sex on someone elses bed. If I weren't capable of noticing, would she do it?
So before I left, I rearranged my bed in a verrrry peculiar way, put things so that I would remember what it looked like, in case they decided to fuck on my bed. I come back yesterday and my bed is completely different, the books are not on it, the sheets are made completely differently, and there's little pieces of weird looking crap all over my comforter.
....needless to say, I was practically trembling with fury. Fury? Hatred? BITCHIMAFUCKINGKILLYOU? I don't know...a combination of those feelings, I suppose.
She told me that over the weekend, they'd had a few kids over (more of her child-boyfriend's friends), and that they had sat on my bed, but I don't know how well I should believe that. Considering how they once had sex while her friend was sleeping on the very same bed next to them.
I hate her. Oh my god, get me the fuck out of here. In retribution, I stayed up until 3:00am and made A LOT of noise. Suck my cock, you whore.
Remember that whole moaning schtick she does? Moan count for today: 3
Yeah...through this I've realized that I'm a passive-agressive person. Honestly I would rather secretly get revenge rather than talk to her about it.
....back to paper writing.......
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