There is a tiki bar in guantanamo bay. Maybe Christmas won’t be that bad this year.
… and a KFC/Taco Bell combopalooza
Roommate fight. Approx 8:30 am
After a night of babysitting I decided to go to sleep early in preparation for babysitting part deux. When around midnight my roommate and another girl stumbled in and then the girl proceeded to empty her stomach contents via her mouth. With the bathroom door open. My room is not really a room at all. It is constructed from dry wall and plexiglass.
This morning they wake up and turn all the lights on and start talking like they were in two separate rooms.
Me: don’t talk so loud my walls aren’t real I can hear everything.
Little miss back sass: maybe you should remember that when you’re singing.
Me: I do that on purpose. Don’t forget that we pay the same rent even though my room is (literally) half the size of yours and your boyfriend stores his bike in our (new York size) living room. This is not a garage.
They then went into her room.
And yes I do sing loudly on purpose. In the late afternoon. Because my roommate insists on playing her weird ass music while studying in the kitchen. Even though she has a full size desk in her room. I tried playing my music loud but I could still hear every backwoods song she played. Sorry I’m not sorry.
Never trust a bitch with a bad boob job