So I wake up today before Fatass, which is crazy. He went to sleep at about 10pm, and when I woke up at 8:30, he was still passed out. I'm pretty sure he has a class at 9, but if he does, he's slept through it for the past few days. I don't fucking care what he does and it would actually be great to see him crash and burn, but it does bother me when he's in the room when I'm trying to change after my shower. Seriously, me with my clothes off isn't that much of an attractive sight. Ask K-Star. She may tell you different, but she's just being nice.
So not only am I miserable about that, but when I come back from my workshop today, he's talking to Bess on the phone, and it's their usual sickening "I loveums you," bullshit that makes me want to throw up. However, it always seems that once I get in the room, he always starts to do this verbal abusive shit that makes me want to knock his teeth down his throat. He talks about how "there are no ifs, ands, or buts about it," but obviously Bess is questioning it, so he grits his teeth and repeats it, just doing this douchebag macho thing that should not be tolerated. Of course, every time Bess tries to fight back or get a word in edgewise, he gets mad and says more shit that serves as a ticket to jail. Seriously, what a fuck.
I think the worst part of the day was the fact that Fatass is now haunting my dreams. I was dreaming where I was in my room and getting ready to shower, when he asked for the room for a few hours. I told him to wait until I shower and get dressed so that I could get to class and not stink, but he got pissed. So I called him a fat fuck and spat in his face. Then the dream flashed forward to me giving him a ride to a grocery store in some random assed town in the middle of nowhere. I'm not sure where. I think it was southern Vermont near the Massachusetts border. So he walks into the grocery store and then John Cena's theme music plays. As the tongue roll of the lyrics started, I gave Fatass two middle fingers and sped off, leaving him behind to die.
That was a pretty good dream, but then I woke up and realized that he was still asleep in the room, and I died a little inside.
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Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Sunday, February 13, 2011
"Feeling like a freak on a leash"
Korn seems very apropros at the moment, because I have a bunch of rage pent up right now at Fatass. It was a generally good day today. Haven't seen him at all today, but have you ever had one of those feelings where your entire weekend gets ruined by one little thing? Yeah, that happened when he walked into the door. All of the nice relaxation that came about between last night and 10 minutes ago? All disappeared after he stepped his fat ass back into our room.
Big props go out to K-Star at this point. She heard that he came in the door and asked if he took his shirt off yet. She may have been a little off on the timing, but that was only because he was taking his boots off first.
So yeah, now my entire weekend is ruined, just from his fat hairy ass walking into the door. At this point, he's laying down on his bed, watching TV and munching on chips really loudly... and now he's trying to talk to me. Yup, still have headphones on. So this is really the trifecta of annoyance, and it only took him 10 minutes. He's laying down and his asscrack is hanging out, he's watching TV at a volume that's way too loud for respectful tastes, and now he's talking to me with my headphones on. To make matters worse, he doesn't know how to close his mouth when he chews his food, so I hear his lips smack in between asking me stupid shit that I'm not paying attention to. I believe he went to the Larry The Cable Guy Institute of Refined Tastes. I think he failed out after the first day.
On the plus side, it's 9:15pm, so he's probably going to be passing out soon. Still don't understand that. On the plus side, To Catch a Predator is on tonight, and I'm hoping to see his dreadful speckled mug on there. Unfortunately, there are no more new episodes, so I just have to hope that they do a random sting in his East Bumfuck hometown.
But tomorrow is the start of a new week. I'm sure I'm going to be even more pissed after a long day of school, so we'll just have to wait and see. Until then, I'm just in a holding pattern, waiting for the next retarded statement to come out of his mouth to further instigate my rage.
Big props go out to K-Star at this point. She heard that he came in the door and asked if he took his shirt off yet. She may have been a little off on the timing, but that was only because he was taking his boots off first.
So yeah, now my entire weekend is ruined, just from his fat hairy ass walking into the door. At this point, he's laying down on his bed, watching TV and munching on chips really loudly... and now he's trying to talk to me. Yup, still have headphones on. So this is really the trifecta of annoyance, and it only took him 10 minutes. He's laying down and his asscrack is hanging out, he's watching TV at a volume that's way too loud for respectful tastes, and now he's talking to me with my headphones on. To make matters worse, he doesn't know how to close his mouth when he chews his food, so I hear his lips smack in between asking me stupid shit that I'm not paying attention to. I believe he went to the Larry The Cable Guy Institute of Refined Tastes. I think he failed out after the first day.
On the plus side, it's 9:15pm, so he's probably going to be passing out soon. Still don't understand that. On the plus side, To Catch a Predator is on tonight, and I'm hoping to see his dreadful speckled mug on there. Unfortunately, there are no more new episodes, so I just have to hope that they do a random sting in his East Bumfuck hometown.
But tomorrow is the start of a new week. I'm sure I'm going to be even more pissed after a long day of school, so we'll just have to wait and see. Until then, I'm just in a holding pattern, waiting for the next retarded statement to come out of his mouth to further instigate my rage.
Saturday, February 12, 2011
Revenge, best served funky
So I decided to get a little bit of payback tonight because of Fatass's heightened douchebaggery over the past 24 hours. Apparently, in his world, it's 11pm bedtime, and anyone that stays up later than that should be shunned.
So after this gay assed chick flick that I didn't pay attention to, no matter how much they wanted me to, they decided that the time was right to sleep. Normally, I'd shut my light off, but not tonight. K-Star and Funkmaster were having their own little party in K-Star's room, and since I'm a few hours away and I have to work in the morning, I figured I'd join too. So I used the wonders of video chat and we decided to have our own party. I bought a 2 liter of Diet Mountain Dew (nectar of Gods), and we played power hour. For those of you who don't know what that is, it's 60 shots of beer in 60 minutes. The particular power hour we played was synched to punk pop hits from the late 90s and early 00s. Awesome time.
So I turn off the main light and turn on my desk light, and start jamming away. Fatass, very irritated, looks at me jamming out and goes, "Uh, are you okay?"
Shut the fuck up, you son of a bitch. For once, I'm having a good time while you're in the room, mainly because I'm ignoring you. By you opening your fat cakehole, you're ruining my fun. So he wants to know about what I'm doing and I just tell him that it's power hour. Like I assumed, he had no fucking clue as to what I was talking about, so eat shit.
Bess is apparently another early-to-bedder, but seriously. 11pm on a Friday night. I'm not going to concede my entire god damn night just because you two want to do your own thing and go to bed early. You know what they have for that? HOTEL ROOMS. I know a Travelodge a few hours away that's just as skeevy as the two of you.
So anyway, they should just consider themselves god damn lucky that I had my headphones in the whole time. I would have made it MUCH worse than fucking Spongebob. But yeah, fuck them all. Just glad that for a night, Mr. Pissy was in the driver's seat. Fuck Fatass. Fatass sucks.
So after this gay assed chick flick that I didn't pay attention to, no matter how much they wanted me to, they decided that the time was right to sleep. Normally, I'd shut my light off, but not tonight. K-Star and Funkmaster were having their own little party in K-Star's room, and since I'm a few hours away and I have to work in the morning, I figured I'd join too. So I used the wonders of video chat and we decided to have our own party. I bought a 2 liter of Diet Mountain Dew (nectar of Gods), and we played power hour. For those of you who don't know what that is, it's 60 shots of beer in 60 minutes. The particular power hour we played was synched to punk pop hits from the late 90s and early 00s. Awesome time.
So I turn off the main light and turn on my desk light, and start jamming away. Fatass, very irritated, looks at me jamming out and goes, "Uh, are you okay?"
Shut the fuck up, you son of a bitch. For once, I'm having a good time while you're in the room, mainly because I'm ignoring you. By you opening your fat cakehole, you're ruining my fun. So he wants to know about what I'm doing and I just tell him that it's power hour. Like I assumed, he had no fucking clue as to what I was talking about, so eat shit.
Bess is apparently another early-to-bedder, but seriously. 11pm on a Friday night. I'm not going to concede my entire god damn night just because you two want to do your own thing and go to bed early. You know what they have for that? HOTEL ROOMS. I know a Travelodge a few hours away that's just as skeevy as the two of you.
So anyway, they should just consider themselves god damn lucky that I had my headphones in the whole time. I would have made it MUCH worse than fucking Spongebob. But yeah, fuck them all. Just glad that for a night, Mr. Pissy was in the driver's seat. Fuck Fatass. Fatass sucks.
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Nahhh I don't need sleep
So Fatass seems to think that it's cool for him to turn on the TV in the morning at a normal volume, because hey, he's up so fuck everybody else!
I enjoy sleep. I enjoy sleeping until a half hour before my class, because it only takes me 15 minutes to get showered and another 5 to get dressed and be on my way to class. As for Fatass, he feels the need to wake up at 8am, wash himself off in the shower without soap or shower shoes, come back in and get changed.
Now, even when I'm asleep, I know what he's doing, so I turn to face the wall. I don't want the first thing I see in the morning to be his sweaty, hairy C cups. But then, as he's getting dressed and getting his books all set for class, he turns on the TV at a volume that would be normal for when people are, you know, acutally awake!
So I turn over and grumble. This has happened ever since we started rooming. Now, I'm used to the TV being on early in the morning. It was something set into my brain during family vacations. In the morning, dad would turn the TV onto CNN at a LOW VOLUME, and I would be vaguely aware of the morning's news. Hell, maybe that's why I check the New York Times website every morning after waking up. Anyway, the point is that it was a low volume and it was actually important things.
But with Fatass? He turns it on full volume and what does he watch? Spongebob Squarepants. I am not making this up. He turns it onto Nickelodeon and watches Spongebob. Look, Fatass. I know you like little girls and all, but watching shitty cartoons to be a child predator is something you can do in your alone time... or when you're with Bess or Bitchface. Okay? Okay.
Now, that's not to say I hate cartoons. K-Star is in a perpetual state of eye rolling when I say that I want to watch Futurama or some other cartoon. But hey, I take it in stride, and I respect K-Star enough to not watch it while she's trying to fucking sleep. You know why? Because I'm not a douchebag!
A little common goddamn courtesy goes a long way with me, and if you're starting the day off with shitty cartoons, I'm going to be miserable with you for a long time. Asshole.
I enjoy sleep. I enjoy sleeping until a half hour before my class, because it only takes me 15 minutes to get showered and another 5 to get dressed and be on my way to class. As for Fatass, he feels the need to wake up at 8am, wash himself off in the shower without soap or shower shoes, come back in and get changed.
Now, even when I'm asleep, I know what he's doing, so I turn to face the wall. I don't want the first thing I see in the morning to be his sweaty, hairy C cups. But then, as he's getting dressed and getting his books all set for class, he turns on the TV at a volume that would be normal for when people are, you know, acutally awake!
So I turn over and grumble. This has happened ever since we started rooming. Now, I'm used to the TV being on early in the morning. It was something set into my brain during family vacations. In the morning, dad would turn the TV onto CNN at a LOW VOLUME, and I would be vaguely aware of the morning's news. Hell, maybe that's why I check the New York Times website every morning after waking up. Anyway, the point is that it was a low volume and it was actually important things.
But with Fatass? He turns it on full volume and what does he watch? Spongebob Squarepants. I am not making this up. He turns it onto Nickelodeon and watches Spongebob. Look, Fatass. I know you like little girls and all, but watching shitty cartoons to be a child predator is something you can do in your alone time... or when you're with Bess or Bitchface. Okay? Okay.
Now, that's not to say I hate cartoons. K-Star is in a perpetual state of eye rolling when I say that I want to watch Futurama or some other cartoon. But hey, I take it in stride, and I respect K-Star enough to not watch it while she's trying to fucking sleep. You know why? Because I'm not a douchebag!
A little common goddamn courtesy goes a long way with me, and if you're starting the day off with shitty cartoons, I'm going to be miserable with you for a long time. Asshole.
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