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| Monday, September 19, 2005 |
Fuck you....my dear roommate.... Fuck you for coming into my life when it's perfectly normal and fine.... Fuck you for using my things from the 1st day you entered.... Fuck you for using all MY things without asking for my permission.... Fuck you for using MY things without telling me..... Fuck you for treating MY room as your own, MY bed as yours, MY table as yours, MY clothes rack as yours, MY hangers as yours..... Fuck you for taking EVERYTHING of mine.....my dustbin, my toilet paper(took it from my little corner), my dishwashing liquid, my kettle..... Fuck you for singing stupid indian songs damn loudly while tapping your elephant feet and banging your hand on the DAMN table........ Fuck you for stinking up my room.... Fuck you for dirtying my toilet and bathing cubicle......... Fuck you for not sweeping the floor, cleaning up the toilet and the bathing cubicle.......... Fuck you for using my bed.......(mind you, i can smell the difference) Fuck you for all the above once again..... DAMN it. This Is the last straw. Day one you came in and put your stuff on my bed and treat it as if it's yours...even when I was on the bed myself. You came in and used my bookshelf, MY clothes rack (which is now strewn with your undies - note that alvin), MY dustbin (when you had your own). All this without asking for permission, nor telling ME about this. Who do you think you are. This is MY room and you intruded into it...at LEAST have the decency to be nice about it. Fuck You....for using all my stuff without telling me. Well, perhaps you dont have money to buy your own. But have the DECENCY to tell me BEFORE, or AFTER. Oh well, if you dont have money, at least you can speak right.....i know that from all the darn indian songs that you sing everyday while stamping your feet and banging the table. My sponge, dishwashing liquid, and new rolls of toilet paper all have your imprint on it......and i just found out....that my kettle was used by you too. It's kinda weird when i left my room on friday with an empty kettle and an empty jug, to come back with my jug full with water, and the water's WARM. Amazing huh....unless there's been some divine intervention, im pretty sure i know who's been using my stuff. DAMN you. I know i said hi to you the first day i met you. I know i told people that you were nice. You WERE....till you used all my stuff and intruded into my personal space. I AM declaring WAR right now. I wished i had locks to lock up all my stuff. Good thing my laptop has a personal code, if not i wouldnt know what will happen to it. FUCK you again. I can't stand the way you kept treating everything as it's yours. I know the room's partly yours.....but it does NOT include everything that belongs to me that lies within it. I do not wish to be hostile or anything like that.....but i guess i dont have a choice. STOP using my things and you shall survive....if not, i will make your life as good as hell. And Damn....i will keep to that......... |
| allie ♥ 12:23 PM |
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