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Mar. 24th, 2011



Yes, we are free from the tyranny of roommates.
Not free from the burden of bills, which is now a kajillion times worse...
Meaning no going out, so everyone must come to me @ my new lovely quiet house..

But really, this is about the awesomeness of sites like www.heyitsfree.net and www.totallyfreecrap.com

I have signed up for like 50 free samples and doodads....
You should also go to suave's site canyoutell.com because if you guess correctly which model used suave products then you unlock prizes, which are coupons ranging from $0.50 off to ONE COMPLETELY FREE PRODUCT

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Feb. 13th, 2011

vengeful, angry

Cue Music - Scene: Happy Hi Meets Debbie Downer

I hate my roommates.

The list of griefs is long, consisting of mainly the littlest and most trivial of pet peeves; things one should overlook and consider oneself mostly lucky because even though the roommate is a flawed human (read: savage) they, at least, are good enough to pay their bills on time and not run a prostitution operation out of the home.

Then there are the larger things...that make one want to reconsider the above concession.

Roommate often disturbs my only off time with long, drawn out fights with her boyfriend. These have been happening with less frequency but not with less intensity. I find it insanely irritating - if I had a beef with Dinah, I would not fight about it in front of other people and certainly not throughout the day, carrying the shouting match across the house whilst continuing daily activities.

Today has been the stupidest piece of crazy.

Roommate is having emotional problems - her father has recently passed away and she has not been getting along with her mother since this major life event. Understandable.

Roommate comes home after a weekend of housesitting for her mother. She comes home clearly upset about something that happened over the weekend that has nothing to do with us.
Now - over the weekend we got bored and redecorated a bit (and cleaned - A LOT.) This means that some items of hers got moved - as respectfully as possible - to her room and the storage room. These items include: a seasonal ceramics display that we figured was time to retire (XMAS) and a giant purple tupperware making the hallway an eyesore since it is the setting place for a variety of shoes she DOES NOT WEAR EVER. (We keep all our clothing and accessories in our bedroom thanxxxxx)

Back to the story - SO SHE COMES HOME FROM HOUSESITTING FOR HER MOTHER CLEARLY UPSET ETC and flips the fuck out for the better part of an hour about how "ALL" of her decorations were booted from the living area and took it as a deliberate personal attack. However, the way she chose to convey this message was by crying about it loudly (read: wailing/shouting) to her boyfriend but refusing to actually talk to us about it. I suppose because she knows on some deep dark, mostly unused level that she was overreacting and taking it way too personally.

Also....the kitchen is entirely decorated with her massive (read: hugely tacky) collection of coca cola novelties and knick knacks. She's hardly had her decorating rights revoked.

So the one thing that gets moved back?

The giant, ugly, purple tupperware bin displaying the nasty shoes that no one wears. And "IT STAYS THERE." Just because

And we had had such a good weekend.

Jul. 13th, 2010


Day 12 — The person you hate most/caused you a lot of pain

Dear Toxic Cunt-waste,

I hope you lose your voicebox to throat cancer.
It would also be really nice if you could lose both your hands in some sort of heavy machinery, but that's a little more unlikely.
All in all, my wish is that you become completely incapable of communicating. That way, maybe you'll finally learn some fucking humility.


Jun. 18th, 2010


For Your Amusement. But mostly Mine.

A "letter meme"? WHAT?
Yes, this is a ridiculous waste of time for most, especially the dumbtards who wax eloquent about their personal lives and plaster it all over very public communities like this and expect strangers to care and/or be amazed at their eloquent wax. HAHA. Eloquent wax...
I won't do all of these, just the ones that will yield the most amusing results. They will not bare my soul to the world or be terribly intimate lists of grievances...just short, sweet, and to the bloody point.

Day 1 -- Your best friend
Day 2 — Your Crush
Day 3 — Your parents
Day 4 —Your sibling (or closest relative)
Day 5 — Your dreams
Day 6 — A stranger
Day 7 — Your Ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush
Day 8 — Your favorite internet friend
Day 9 — Someone you wish you could meet
Day 10 — Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to
Day 11 — A Deceased person you wish you could talk to
Day 12 — The person you hate most/caused you a lot of pain
Day 13 — Someone you wish could forgive you
Day 14 — Someone you’ve drifted away from
Day 15 — The person you miss the most
Day 16 — Someone that’s not in your state/country
Day 17 — Someone from your childhood
Day 18 — The person that you wish you could be
Day 19 — Someone that pesters your mind—good or bad
Day 20 — The one that broke your heart the hardest
Day 21 — Someone you judged by their first impression
Day 22 — Someone you want to give a second chance to
Day 23 — The last person you kissed
Day 24 — The person that gave you your favorite memory
Day 25 — The person you know that is going through the worst of times
Day 26 — The last person you made a pinky promise to
Day 27 — The friendliest person you knew for only one day
Day 28 — Someone that changed your life
Day 29 — The person that you want tell everything to, but too afraid to
Day 30 — Your reflection in the mirror

Mar. 24th, 2009


Lesbian Underachiever Posts Lame Blog: Today at 2:00

That's about all I have to say so far.