Fucking great. I just
love going to pack up my stuff to get ready for holidays, only to get the
lovely surprise of some motherfucker having broken my stereo. You know. normally I wouldn’t care. I left it out in the common room, and things get broken. It happenes; the bit that;s broken isn’t even all that important. But I expect to be
told at least. I don’t like coming out to discover it for myself god knows how long after it happened when no-one else is around.<br />
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Fuck.<br />
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It’s like my fucking tupperware. Little plastic boxes to put leftover food in the fridge in, no big deal right? Except my roommate took them on
holiday with him or some fucking thing for fucking months. Without asking.
And when I mention it to people I get told to shut up. Now what am I supposed to put food in you cheap ass cunt? Buy your own fucking boxes if you want them so badly.<br />
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Not to mention the fact that I’ve spent to last week cleaning the house because nobody else bothered to even try before going on holidays. Or, quite frankly, ever.<br />
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Sometimes I wish I fucking lived alone…