heh heh...

that or he has a shrine built in his closet, with votive candles and spotlights. Either way, count them shits NOW - then count again next week. Tell me I'm wrong.

At least he doesn't wear the freezer-bound panties. That extent of absence of warmth would produce shrinkage of novel proportions; in fact, it might even invert the thing.

Dude's gotta be in there rummaging through your dirty laundry, all Buffalo Bill and shit... "ohh good!"

ok so i need to rant. when my roommate is by himself, he's okay. but when his sister or friends are over, it's annoying. last weekend i forced him to help me clean the apt and it was soooo clean, but his friend from portland has been visiting for the past week - and normally i don't mind but 1) the place has been a fucking mess, 2) they have been loud every single night. i got so pissed off on monday night, after having a 13 hour day of work then school... i was too tired to go out of my room to ask them to be quiet so i threw one of my boots against the door so it made a huge thud and screamed SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!! (it was around 2am so i felt it was justified for me to do that). then it was silent. ha.

so then i see them posting on myspace "hey party at my place" all over the bulletins... thanks for letting me know you're having a party at my house without asking the other person who actually pays rent there. i don't care if there's a party but i would think it's common courtesy to ask your roommate if it's cool to have that many people over.

at least i installed a lock on my room so motherfuckers can't go in. it's SO hard to go back living with someone when you used to live by yourself. ugh. then my roomate has the audacity to ask me to hook him up for shows and hook him up with music... but if you aren't considerate to me, then why should i even bother.

i'd totally move out, but my rent is cheap for the area and the apt is sooo close to work - about a 10 min drive and it's nice to not have to commute. but i heard our offices are moving to hollywood in feb., so if that's the case, i'm moving.

roommates suck.

christ, I think I'd rather live on the street before having roomates again.

Seriously.

So, um. I'm kinda lucky. My roomates are 1) fucking me and 2) so busy fucking other women he is never home but contributes beer and consumables.

about time phil pitches in for the beer.

Um. No. Colin=beer, Phil=hot sex.

my roommates make me dinner most nights of the week. this is definitely the honeymoon stage of the relationship.

ooooohhhhhh. thanks for clearing that up for me.
don't i feel foolish now.

1. If I ever have to get a roommate, kill me.

2. If my parents lived by this rule, I'd be homeless.

Ergo, they should kill me.

too bad both of my roomates are terrible cooks, but i somehow managed to convince my football player roomate (who isnt that stereotypical football player) to clean the bathroom this weekend...this is a majof up for my self esteem....

i'll get voted off the show.

one of my friends really doesn't like one of her new roommates. i guess he smells so she put a fan right outside his door and leaves it on constantly so the offending odors won't escape his room. i told her to hang a bunch of tree air fresheners all over his door. it was also pretty funny when he brought a girl home last week and while she was in the bathroom he came into the living room and did this in front of us. i wouldn't put it past the dude if he had a stormtrooper outfit in his closet.

One of my roommates is kind of weird. I saw him taking a nap in his car today in the parking lot next to our house. I can only hope he was trying to commit suicide.

hahaha

I have this British room mate who is obsessed with existeniallism who tells me that I'm a speck in the universe all the time, which is annoying as hell.

You know your share of the rent will go up if he is successful, right?