Oh my god. My roommate just looked at me. Why in the fuck ass did he just do that. He might as well be taking a steaming shit crap on my face, taking all the clothes out of my drawers, wiping his butt ass on them, and launching them out the window.
I’ve communicated very intelligibly, thousands of times, that he cannot look at me.
I clearly outlined in our roommate agreement that if he looks at me there will be consequences.
Make no mistake, consequences will be coming for him. On god.
Oh, ohhhhh, you will not believe what he just did. You will NOT believe it. He just called his fucking mom. Oh, boohoooooo, you miss your mommy and you can’t wait for Christmas??? Shut the fuck up
No fucking way. He just asked how my day was. I was so close to forgetting I exist, and he just ruined all of my hard work. I was thiiiis close to shifting to ethical trans-friendly Hogwarts and he FUCKED me.
OKAY. ENOUGH. I am on the phone requesting an emergency room swap as we speak. He just fell asleep with his head facing my direction. Does he really think this is okay behavior??? He is breathing SO loud. Why can’t he breathe when I’m gone? What’s next? Farting on my pillow pink-eye style?
It’s over for him. I’m going to take my nimble fingers and squish him down like a bug. That’s what you get, you freak. No more looking, no more breathing, and NO more sleeping at me.
