So...let me tell you about this girl...
Oct 10, 2008 7:15:21 GMT -5
Post by Courtney on Oct 10, 2008 7:15:21 GMT -5
Mikey requested I share this story so here it is (copied and pasted word for word):
I'm in my new place at Gables. I've been here for four days and I have three roomies: Amanda, Amanda and Gena. Now, the Amandas are great. Love you guys bunches. But Gena...oh my god, I'm about ready to shoot her.
First things first, she doesn't speak. At all. She never says hi and she never even really looks at me. Maybe it's because she's all religious and she has the insane knowledge that I'm the antiChrist or something. I don't know how she'd know that about me considering SHE DOESN'T FUCKING SPEAK!!!
Of course, she does speak. But only when she's on the phone in her room. And then she speaks ALL THE TIME AND VERY LOUDLY!!! I can hear her entire fucking conversation and let me tell you...if she's supposed to be so religious, she certainly says the word "fuck" a lot. Stupid Fake Christian!
And we have to share a bathroom which is all kinds of disastrous. So, yesterday, you know, I'm being nice and healthy and I put Drano in the shower. Considering when I took my first shower in it and the water immediately began rising even though the drain was open, it needed it. Badly. So I put it in and even wrote Gena a note telling her, "Hey, I did this. Give it an hour and everything will be obie-kabey." Ok, it didn't exactly say that, but you get my gist. Anyways, I went back in an hour later, rinsed with hot water and what do you fuckin' know? The water went down smooth as silk. So, what do I get for being nice and health-conscious and generous?
I get off work at 6 AM this morning, come home and there's no toilet paper in the fucking bathroom. She had over half of a 24-roll pack in there yesterday and now...it fuckin' vanished. She actually put the toilet paper in her room since she knows that I won't go in there. Oh My God!!! I was planning on buying a pack when the original pack got low, but now...fuck that! She's going to be a greedy little bitch over something so fucking trivial as Goddamned Toilet Fucking Paper!!! Fuck her. Now, I had to go to the fucking store, get my own toilet paper, come back and use the bathroom. And I had to go pee the entire time. This is such bullshit. And yes...I know that I shouldn't be this upset, but goddammit, it's toilet paper.
So, when I got home, I decided I was going to be as loud as possible. My door creaks like a motherfucker and so I was opening and closing that bitch as many times as possible. And then I put my laundry in the washing machine and started it and let me tell you, you can hear that sucker in our rooms. And then I looked over at the sink. And then dishes I used to cook last night were on the side of the sink. Not IN the sink where I left them. Because oh fucking no, we cannot let MY dishes touch HER dishes. She's a Stupid Fucking Cunt and I hope she falls in the fucking shower that she's taking right now. That's right. I hope she falls and breaks her fucking right ankle. Then, when she's in agonizing pain, I hope she suddenly has to go pee and has to crawl the ten feet to her room to get toilet paper which I'm sure would be quite horrible with a broken ankle. Then, she'll have to roll the ten feet back and that's when she'll find the door locked. Why? Because when she was making the terrible journey to her room. That's when I'll need to brush my teeth and put lotion on and more deodorant and pluck my eyebrows and put full makeup on and take it off and cleanse, tone and moisturize my face and then take my fucking hour long shower. Then, when she's passed out from the pain, I'll come out and step on her fucking ankle to jolt her back to life. Then, when she looks up at me in searing agony, I'll bend over, take the toilet paper roll in her hand, smile, wish her a good day and go back in the fucking bathroom. Fucking Cunt!!!!
I'm in my new place at Gables. I've been here for four days and I have three roomies: Amanda, Amanda and Gena. Now, the Amandas are great. Love you guys bunches. But Gena...oh my god, I'm about ready to shoot her.
First things first, she doesn't speak. At all. She never says hi and she never even really looks at me. Maybe it's because she's all religious and she has the insane knowledge that I'm the antiChrist or something. I don't know how she'd know that about me considering SHE DOESN'T FUCKING SPEAK!!!
Of course, she does speak. But only when she's on the phone in her room. And then she speaks ALL THE TIME AND VERY LOUDLY!!! I can hear her entire fucking conversation and let me tell you...if she's supposed to be so religious, she certainly says the word "fuck" a lot. Stupid Fake Christian!
And we have to share a bathroom which is all kinds of disastrous. So, yesterday, you know, I'm being nice and healthy and I put Drano in the shower. Considering when I took my first shower in it and the water immediately began rising even though the drain was open, it needed it. Badly. So I put it in and even wrote Gena a note telling her, "Hey, I did this. Give it an hour and everything will be obie-kabey." Ok, it didn't exactly say that, but you get my gist. Anyways, I went back in an hour later, rinsed with hot water and what do you fuckin' know? The water went down smooth as silk. So, what do I get for being nice and health-conscious and generous?
I get off work at 6 AM this morning, come home and there's no toilet paper in the fucking bathroom. She had over half of a 24-roll pack in there yesterday and now...it fuckin' vanished. She actually put the toilet paper in her room since she knows that I won't go in there. Oh My God!!! I was planning on buying a pack when the original pack got low, but now...fuck that! She's going to be a greedy little bitch over something so fucking trivial as Goddamned Toilet Fucking Paper!!! Fuck her. Now, I had to go to the fucking store, get my own toilet paper, come back and use the bathroom. And I had to go pee the entire time. This is such bullshit. And yes...I know that I shouldn't be this upset, but goddammit, it's toilet paper.
So, when I got home, I decided I was going to be as loud as possible. My door creaks like a motherfucker and so I was opening and closing that bitch as many times as possible. And then I put my laundry in the washing machine and started it and let me tell you, you can hear that sucker in our rooms. And then I looked over at the sink. And then dishes I used to cook last night were on the side of the sink. Not IN the sink where I left them. Because oh fucking no, we cannot let MY dishes touch HER dishes. She's a Stupid Fucking Cunt and I hope she falls in the fucking shower that she's taking right now. That's right. I hope she falls and breaks her fucking right ankle. Then, when she's in agonizing pain, I hope she suddenly has to go pee and has to crawl the ten feet to her room to get toilet paper which I'm sure would be quite horrible with a broken ankle. Then, she'll have to roll the ten feet back and that's when she'll find the door locked. Why? Because when she was making the terrible journey to her room. That's when I'll need to brush my teeth and put lotion on and more deodorant and pluck my eyebrows and put full makeup on and take it off and cleanse, tone and moisturize my face and then take my fucking hour long shower. Then, when she's passed out from the pain, I'll come out and step on her fucking ankle to jolt her back to life. Then, when she looks up at me in searing agony, I'll bend over, take the toilet paper roll in her hand, smile, wish her a good day and go back in the fucking bathroom. Fucking Cunt!!!!