Apr 27, 2006, 10:12 PM
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Generally, I set the rules in the house. Until, of course, ANOTHER WOMAN enters the house and decides she lives here. Including my sister.
When she comes home on break, she resets all the fucking rules on where dishes and cookware goes. I go to get a strainer. Its on the other side of the kitchen. I try to find some Windex. In the bathroom CLOSET instead of under the fucking SINK.
Why, just the other night, I come home from class in the pouring rain, and I find my frontdoor locked (the EXTERIOR, ENTRY-WAY door - which is NEVER locked.)
I slam on the door. I ring the bell. I shout and honk the horn of my truck. (I left my cell home.) I get pissed. After about 10 minutes in the cold rain, my father shows up and says "O. Cheryl must have locked it on her way in."
THIS IS NOT YOUR HOUSE, BITCH.
But let's not get angry about her. I once had a roommate. She was a horrible roommate. Pang can testify. She lived with us. But I think I've bitched about HER bad habits before.
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