Deez Bitches
May 23rd, 2010 10:29pm by admin
So, basically, I live with 2 females, (big mistake obviously) one is extremely crazy, well, all people especially girls are crazy/can be crazy, but this chick just has a few loose screws if you know what I mean. Seriously, she has an extremely high intellect, but I think her intelligence is in a way dangerous. And her personality is borderline disgusting-make me want to vommit. Everyone is different, every single person in this world is going to be different in many many ways, but I have never met someone who is as fucked up as her. And the funny thing is, I don’t even think she’s ever even tried anything passed a jello shot or boxed wine. Whew, it probably wouldn’t hurt this girl to get high, just sayin. She moved in last summer, into the house I have lived in for over 4 years. She moved in while I was home for the summer, regretfully I wasn’t in town and didn’t have much of a choice when it come to interviewing for new roommates. Big mistake. The other girl I have been living with for 2 years or so, and is leaving, so basically, she doesn’t exist. Long story short, Chick 1 acts like her shit doesn’t stink, can’t ever stop talking because of her love for the sound of her own voice, and is a huge hypocrite. Chick 2 is fake. And also thinks her shit doesn’t stink. It’s not easy for me to really say that about someone (they are fake) after living with them for so long and considering them to actually be a friend, (we’ve all gone out together, these girls stayed in my familie’s home, etc) but I’m pretty sure she is one of the fakest people I’ve ever met. Invites me to go places when all she does is talk shit about me to Chick 1 (and others, I’m sure). It’s amazing.
Long story short, things became pretty rough the last month or so (to me, but who knows, for them they could have been plotting some shit for months and months before I began to realize) and then I had to go out of town when they were planning some huge party at our house. I felt bad for not being able to be there, but I got one of my friends to dj the party and didn’t think they would have ill-will over me not being able to take part. I locked my room when I left, (this should go without saying why, but just in case, I locked my room because I don’t trust strangers, or even my roommates when they are wasted for that matter, and don’t want anyone in my room, especially while I am out of town, that’s it) I came home and found that they had broken into my room. Nothing was stolen, but the just the fact that they would do such a thing, and in the manner that is was done, is absolute, complete and utter bullshit. Fucked up to umpteenth degree. The reason was, that they claimed they had to “Store their own personal alcohol and the rugs,” in my room so no one from the party would drink their alcohol or mess up the rugs. AND they left my door unlocked, for at least 24 hours, (I have an entrance from the outside to my room) so basically anyone from the street or this party could have been in or could have stolen anything. Nothing was stolen that I can tell, and I’m grateful for this. But just the fact that they did this, for the reason they said they did, and in the way it was done is absolutely beyond me. You can’t put this alcohol in your room? Ok, no, then how about your car? ANYWHERE ELSE OTHER THAN SOMEONE’S GODDAMN ROOM THAT IS FUCKING LOCKED. Things are locked for a reason, it does suggest in any way, “force entry if you want to”. Also, the fact that I did not receive a single phone call to at least ask me, warn me, or let me know what had happened, is despicable. I come home and find it like this, I was enraged. And finally, how 2 people who act like they give some kind of shit about you, spend time with you, will be the same 2 people who break into your room will never make sense to me. I thought for a long time about it, what did I do to them? How did I trigger such an even to occur by them? I got nothin.
Best part is, that almost a week after this whole thing happened (ever since it happened, and continuosly) they are treating me (together, like they are lesbian fuck friends or some shit, always together because I don’t think they have any other fake friends to be with in this city) they are treating me like I am the one who violated their trust and private property and broke into their rooms. They are angry at me. It is wonderful. I’m not sure how they can be mad at me when I just came home, found things how they were and blew up, and now I am at fault.
Chick 1 apologized and tried to gag me with chocolate, I was actually pretty offended.
Chick 2 was “half asleep” when I was trying to ask her why the fuck my room was open and acted like she had no idea what was going on. This girl goes out of town a lot and ALWAYS locks her room. Never in my life would I even consider or think up taking part in forcing entry into her room while she was gone, and yet she was completely oblivious to the entire situation.
Also, cleaning up after oneself seems to be a pretty common issue for many (on this website and in general). We don’t lack this one, especially after a party, or even cooking some meal that you though was so amazing. We all have days when we are at work or school for 13 hours straight, and then have to stay up and study or write a paper, or go to work at the mall or the bar, thats cool and understandable. But the semester is over, and Chick 2 has actually finished college and yet still wants to leave the back patio and yard a mess, along with Chick 1 of course. Jello shot containers every where, cigarette butts, like, fucking clean it up, you did it. Also, can one ever take out the trash? Is it that hard? Are you going to have a stroke if you move the can a couple dozen feet to the curb, especially after most if not all of it is from your goddamn party? Seriously, get a grip. I ain’t no one’s momma and don’t intend on even cleaning up after my grown ass children if I ever have any.
I just hope they had fun at the party. (!) I heard it rained that night, how sad.
I doubt they will ever grow up, be able to respect themselves or others, or learn how to communicate properly. It is sad, but I truly hope they can one day somewhat acquire these characteristics.
Take responsibilty for your actions and things you say/how you present yourself, and treat everyone else in the motherfucking world that you may encounter, especially those you may have to live with, HOW YOU WANT TO BE TREATED.
i’m out, thx