Last night, I got home to find that ALL of my English muffins had been eaten. There were four left that morning, and my extremely sketchy roommate had eaten them all, or threw them out just to piss me off, I don't know.
This guy is definitely just out to bother Katie and myself, since we kicked him out a few days ago. He's leaving on Saturday, and if he doesn't go, we're calling the police on him. Seriously, he creeps us out, and we think he might turn violent or something. He's got a criminal record and everything. We should probably have checked that out before we let him live with us. He's already stolen my facecloth (and possibly a pair of my underwear), eaten my lunch (when it was packed up in the fridge, ready to go in the morning), and spit in Katie's cat's water dish. He also owes the electrical company $400, and leaves porn everywhere. Not that I care that he looks at porn, but he leaves it ALL OVER the floor of his room, with his door wide open. I mean it. Completely covering the floor of his room with porn mags and pictures. Does he really need that many pictures at once? He must have a really poor imagination.
So I'm not exactly mad about the English muffins. It was mostly just an inconvenience because that was my only easy preparable breakfast food. I'm just glad he'll be gone soon. We're having the locks changed.
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pffft...What kind of a "first post" is this?
Who are you? What do you do?? Why are you here??? Why should we be a blog-readin' and a comment-postin'?
Introduce yo'self to all yer Bloggin' peeps! Save the sob stories for post numero deuce!! You could learn a thing or two from the The Huddle.
Janezy
I'm a mystery, wrapped in a riddle, wrapped in a vest. Everyone loves a good mystery.
I prefer enigmas, myself. Be an enigma.
roommates can be the worst.
especially sketchbags.
love.
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