ICKY ICKY ICKY
Roommate moves out at the end of the month. Very bittersweet. Ten months of living with another male that was not my boyfriend or family member and I'm over it. Never again. Nice guy, but never again.Seriously, why the hell is there toilet paper UNDERNEATH the toilet seat?
Also, why the hell is there a used condom on top of the trash bag sitting in our backyard? I refuse to touch it. It's going to be sitting there until the Earth plummets into the sun because I am NOT TOUCHING IT.
I just want to bang my head against the desk until it all goes away, until it's the beginning of June and I don't have to deal with this ever again.
I'm holding the deposit I need to pay him ransom until the condom is removed from the premises.
GRRRRRRRR.
Maybe if I construct a house shaped tupperware container he won't remember where we live...
