hipster enemy #1

the suitemate. this is the only place it's safe to vent.

i have not witnessed her clean a fucking thing in this dorm. and i'm here quite often.

she has no problem fucking it up. she has no problem saying "i do dishes. i take the garbage out. i'll help." speaking and doing are two different actions. i haven't seen her clean her own dishes. i've never seen her clean the garbage (though she's not afraid to see the pile. and place her shit next to it because it'll slide off the pile). this is a message: if it looks like there's no room for your garbage, TAKE THE FUCKING GARBAGE OUT. and then, you won't have to sit in your fucking room, on craiglist, looking at me like i've got three fucking heads and they're all speaking a different language, while i throw everyone's shit away.

e-fucking-nuff.

i've been watching too much skins so i'm swearing a whole fucking lot. and doing it all in my head with a Bristol accent. fuck it.

all hipster enemy #1 does is complain. i've got so much reading to do. i've got so much writing to do. i haven't slept for days.

actually, bitch, you just slept the whole day away, the day before also, and reading and writing? i'm sorry. you must've done your finger painting homework on the bus, then?

he#1 as she will be henceforth known as gets under my skin. maybe it's my low blood sugar from barely eating, maybe it's the fact that i have a million things on my mind, or maybe i just genuinely do not like he#1.