Marc Summers
Jun 25th, 2006, 02:08 AM
My roommate just finished moving out about an hour ago. He took all of his shit with him, leaving a lot of open space in the apartment. I wouldn't care if I was left with nothing.
No longer do I have to put up with sarcastic and snide comments whenever I play games or do anything that shows my personality. I don't have to see the fucking sheet of paper taped to the fridge telling me to wash my hands before putting away the dishes. I don't have shouting matches. I don't have to see the fucking carboard-box-and-foil-and-marker robot he kept in our room that he specifically used to annoy the public and take pictures of to post on SA, which he keeps reminding me is the best thing to happen to the internet and that I should pay $10 to join. I don't have to hear sentences that begin with "Apparently, ..." I won't be called lazy, despite the fact that I worked 20 hours a week to pay rent and living expenses and did school and did music groups while he played ultimate frisbee and has never had a job in his life. I don't have to deal with neurotic narcissism and how he thinks that everything that isn't a part of his perfect life is basically trash. I don't have to wake up to the smell of his toasted cream cheese sandwiches, since he doesn't like fruits or vegetables, despite never having tried them.
The nightmare is OVER, folks. The other 2 roommates and I are trying to find another person to live with us, and so far we've gotten 1 "maybe" out of all our friends, but really, I'm just so overjoyed right now that I just can't care at the moment.
No longer do I have to put up with sarcastic and snide comments whenever I play games or do anything that shows my personality. I don't have to see the fucking sheet of paper taped to the fridge telling me to wash my hands before putting away the dishes. I don't have shouting matches. I don't have to see the fucking carboard-box-and-foil-and-marker robot he kept in our room that he specifically used to annoy the public and take pictures of to post on SA, which he keeps reminding me is the best thing to happen to the internet and that I should pay $10 to join. I don't have to hear sentences that begin with "Apparently, ..." I won't be called lazy, despite the fact that I worked 20 hours a week to pay rent and living expenses and did school and did music groups while he played ultimate frisbee and has never had a job in his life. I don't have to deal with neurotic narcissism and how he thinks that everything that isn't a part of his perfect life is basically trash. I don't have to wake up to the smell of his toasted cream cheese sandwiches, since he doesn't like fruits or vegetables, despite never having tried them.
The nightmare is OVER, folks. The other 2 roommates and I are trying to find another person to live with us, and so far we've gotten 1 "maybe" out of all our friends, but really, I'm just so overjoyed right now that I just can't care at the moment.