one of my roommates just hit my dog loud enough that i heard it from another floor.
then denied it.
she wonders why i don’t feel comfortable leaving her alone with my dog. and this is leaving aside the chocolate incident (WHICH SHE STILL HASN’T FUCKING APOLOGIZED FOR UNLESS YOU COUNT A 1 AM HALF ASSED “sorry about the muffin thing” AFTER BEING BITCHED AT AND SHE STILL DIDN’T LOOK AT ME WHEN SHE SAID IT).
me and my one roommate, regapie, are in the same corrections class and both of us are working on the paper.
we are also both trying to procrastinate. the problem is that we’ve reached the cleaning portion and we are now getting mad because she did the dishes and i cleaned the front room and WE ARE RUNNING OUT OF THINGS TO CLEAN
so tonight my philosophy professor had these nasty bruises all over her arms and she stopped mid-lecture to say “sorry you guys have to look at my bruised-up body, my friend brought a stripper pole over for thanksgiving and that shit is not easy. tip your strippers. tip your strippers well” and then immediately kept talking about philosophy