Cry me a river, build me a bridge, and get over it.
Eww, there goes my roommate, finally saying his peace, mentioning his total lack of sleep for the past two days because I stay up and do work. Well who's fault is it that you're taking up my study space by watching Jerry Springer? Hmm... Learn to sleep like a rock, just like me. I mean, I refuse to be sensitive to his needs because he's just a big jerk off. If he ever said anything substantial to me, then maybe, just maybe he'd deserve a quiet room. But no, I have shit to do and I will get it done by any means possible. Besides, I love being nocturnal. You're just dumb. You always sleep. Always. So, just shut the hell up and let me do my business. If you want me to chill at the house, fine, I'm there, just shut the hell up.
That and he makes weird noises in his sleep and never EVER keeps the room clean. EVER.
Unrelated: any person that uses the phrase "hunter-gatherer society" needs to be shot, quickly.
Posted by Mark Canlas at February 20, 2003 07:41 AM