God, I've never had this much trouble over a
fucking thermostat! I sweat at night unless the thermostat is set to 65° F or below, which costs me valuable hours of sleep. On Mondays I have to be at work at 5:45 AM, so I need all the sleep I can get. The roommate, Matt, a skinny
bitch kid, is only comfortable if it's 70° F or higher. I gave him two reasonable warnings about turning the thermostat up. His responses were those of a pissy little
bitch brat. All the
fucking bastard guy has to do is put on more clothes. There's only so much in terms of clothing I can shed while maintaining a level of decency. After he switches the thing up for the seventh time I literally explode out of my room with my bat in right hand, grabbed him by the throat and slammed him against the wall. I think he understands the gravity of the situation now. God, less than two months before I move, but it seems so long.
"...SAINT ANGER 'ROUND MY NECK
HE NEVER GETS RESPECT..."
Song of the Moment: "St. Anger" by Metallica
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We'll see.
Ha! Alpha-male dominance established!
So, since you and Jack will be sharing an apartment...whose gonna be the Alpha Male there?
I dunno. I think Jack have this thing where we understand (somewhat) about what makes the other person tick, so things never escalate like described in the post. It really helps with being honest and throwing tact out of the window though.
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