I put up with you moronic questions, theories, and lack of basic skills required to live on your own. Just to sum up what I’ve taught you the past few months:
-Squirrels do live in Florida, not just up north;
-Tires have air in them, and you should check it regularly. Yes, this means that when you have a flat tire there is not just a “dent” in the rubber;
-Rabbits are not just pets, in fact I would venture to say most are in the wild;
-You can’t keep the air on 60 fucking degrees unless you want to pay the fucking outrageous bill, or alternatively, deal with the a/c freezing up;
-Yes you dumbass, you can find rocks outside, you don’t have to buy them at the store!!!
There are many, many more, but it hurts my head and actually drops my IQ to keep recounting them. (As an aside, I swear to the readers that each of these things has happened, I don’t think I could make this stuff up.) I dealt with all of this because you have been a good friend to me in the two years I’ve known you, I had every reason to believe you are basically a good person all-around, and I wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt. In the past two and a half months we’ve had our apartment, you have also been a good roommate, save throwing out some of my food without telling me. As of yesterday, I no longer believe these things about you.
You came in and decided to tell me that you want to get an apartment with your boyfriend (Shawn), and another couple (Sarah and John) that you know. This would be effective next fucking month, with you knowing that you and I have a year lease. You expected me to be fine with this! :eek: I explained–and rather calmly I might add-- that if you did this I would have no roommate, and that I know no one looking for an apartment, because everyone I know goes to school up here and already has somewhere to live!
You left the room and I called a mutual friend to see if you had spewed this nonsense on anyone else, and to confirm that they told you it was a horrible idea, as I was sure any sane person would state. Nope our dumbass friend said that you “need to do what makes [you] happy!” Umm what the fuck? This dumbass also said that maybe I should post signs to find someone to live with me. No, sorry I’m not living with someone I don’t know and risk getting robbed and a myriad of other problems just so my fuckwit of a roommate can follow her fucking heart and be happy!
So roommate, listen up and see if you can get this through your fucking amoeba that you try to pass off as a functioning brain: You have known your boyfriend Shawn for five months, and only been dating him for two. You’ve known the other couple for less than that. Any rational person would avoid getting into a legal, binding contract in a situation like that. Which brings me to my next point. We have one of those legal, binding contracts! It’s called a fucking lease! And it’s for an entire year! Not for three months or until you get a new boyfriend or until the seasons change or however long your little pixie-dust-filled heart wishes it to be!
If you try and screw me on this, legal action WILL be taken against you! I don’t care if you told our mutual friend, “I don’t want to lose our friendship,” if you try and go through with this, what the hell did you think my reaction would be? “Oh yeah I’m out a roommate and $600 a month, but that’s cool, we’re still BFF?” Maybe when Satan and Old Man winter have a love child that is pronouced ruler of the universe and freezes every lava lake in Hell and the devil himself mans the counter that rents the ice skates!
In short, whether you know it or not, you live in the real world and have to act accordingly. Grow the fuck up, bitch!