New pet peeves.
Not many, but this is the only place I can vent about them.
So here goes;
PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD CLOSE YOUR MOUTH WHEN YOU CHEW
AND WASH YOUR FUCKING DISHES
AND STOP LEAVING EVERY GOD FORSAKEN LIGHT ON ALL NIGHT FUCKING LONG
That is all.
Spending all of your time in the bathroom, presumably “doing” your hair
whatever that entails
I don’t know why you spend several hours in there every day. What are you doing?
WHY IS YOUR HAIR DRYER ALWAYS ON, TOO? Does it REALLY take that much effort to style your hair?
When I left you at noon today, you were putting in your curlers. When I got back, at like 4:30, you were sitting at the table with them in your hair. At like 5, you went and did something in the bathroom I think, and then you went to sleep for like an hour. Then when you woke up and Kelsea yeled at you, you got up and did more stuff to your hair. It’s 8pm and you’ve spent most of the time in the bathroom. WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN THERE?
CLOSING THE DOOR ALL THE FUCKING TIME
WHY? WHY. JUST. WHY?
If the door is closed, NOBODY will even bother to knock on it, because everyone knows that if our door is closed, it’s closed for a fucking reason. Do you not like people? Like, are you that person? What are you even doing over there?
laughing when being scorned for going on someone’s computer without asking while they weren’t there
Let me just start this list with the fact that you wear crocs
other things: (this is racist, but idgaf) you’re black, and I can no longer yell nigga freely while you’re around
shutting the window - bitch I just opened that shit
turning off the ac/fan - granted it’s January, but its fucking warm in here
asking me to turn off my music so you can sleep after I tell you I need music to sleep,
asking if I could turn it down almost all the way,
then making me get out of bed to lower it and as I’m halfway back to my bed
asking me to l lower it more
the dishes. we’ve clearly got enough, we don’t need yours
your bags. empty them, send them home, JUST FIND A FUCKING REASONABLE PLACE FOR THEM.
touching my computer. nigga you didn’t ask, I don’t know what its like where you live, but us white folk ask before touching peoples shit.
going to bed at like idk 10 & 11 when you dont even have class early the next morning.
I’m sure you’ve gone through my stuff cause, welp, YOU’RE BLACK
I can’t decide if I like Shebs more than you yet, good going new roomie -_-
FUCKING WITH THE FORT. AGAIN. BITCHCUNTWHORE.
WELP. WE GOT A NEW ROOMMATE.
She moved in two days after the semester started. We got 14 hours notice before she moved in. She’s black, her name is Brittney, and she’s from Hartford, CT. This blog will now be about her.
We already hate her.
pouring water on me
over dan fucking brown. wtf even. yes im still pissed.
mumbling behind your computer/with things near your mouth
especially now that you’re sick omg stfu
being a pussy bitch
seriously, you were never gonna get in those pants anyways -_-